When I experience a meltdown, whether it manifests as panic attack, “autistic rage,” or shutting down…
For a while, the “me” I’m accustomed to being… disappears.
When I experience a meltdown, whether it manifests as panic attack, “autistic rage,” or shutting down…
For a while, the “me” I’m accustomed to being… disappears.
I find it hard to find a home for art that celebrates the life of #neurodiversity…
Hope this isn’t inappropriate here to celebrate the occasional cold, lazy Sunday….
“Are you okay? Are you okay? ARE YOU OKAY?”
Like they’re talking to a Japanese tourist, and if they just shout loud enough… he’ll understand English…
Just remember, everything I’m about to tell you is a CRIME.…
Every therapy, every diagnosis, every medication– burnout, meltdowns, marriages, careers, shutdowns, and then there was clarity with a late diagnosis of autism.
To cope with the increasingly more complicated demands of #AdultAutistic life, Johnny Profane has relied on the adrenaline rush of fear and anxiety to push him into action and get his mind in gear.
If an Autist falls in the forest…
and no one is around to hear it… does he/she/ey make a sound?
Who is the Dark Autist? Not the person wearing the mask. Not the one trying to fit in. Seeking to impress. Looking for approval… employment… donations….