Author: Queerly Autistic
Leave my crazy pills alone!
It took an internal war before I realised that these pills may be something that I would need for the rest of my life – and that that was okay.
Let’s talk about ‘Quiet Zones’
I don’t want to be an interfering busybody lecturing on the rules of the train carriage, but I’d rather be that than the meltdown monster I become when it all gets too much.
‘But what if they’re dead?’ – catastrophisation and the anxiety of loss
Sometimes, when I wake up at night and my dogs are lying around me, I have to reach out and check they are still breathing.
“I won’t be ignored!” – Thank You, Chester Bennington
I wish I could tell him how he took an angry, lonely, confused little queer autistic girl, and gave her the tools she needed to survive.
The Curious Case of The 13th Doctor
I cried. Well, first I squealed. And flapped my hands. A lot. But then I cried.
Owning my fatness…fabulously
I’m fat. This isn’t a statement that is up for debate. I am beautiful. I am also fat.
Dear Mrs O – a letter to my teachers
I trust you will share this with the others, as they need to see this as well. You were not the only one. Not by a long way.
Holy Oxymoron, Batman!
I had a good day yesterday. I also had a meltdown in public yesterday. Holy oxymoron, Batman!
The language of ‘functionality’ does not function
I have been told that I am a ‘high-functioning’ Autistic. 90% of the time this is a last ditch attempt to try and get me to stop talking.
Bees In My Brain – on autism, anxiety and reaching breaking point
Do you ever feel like someone has dropped a box of bees in your brain?
Emotion as a sensory experience
I can feel it physically: hear it, taste it, smell it, see it. Emotional overload is no different to me than sensory overload.
The #autistic medical model makes me sick
This is an utterly fabulous post, and something I hope to write about myself in the future. *applauds*