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My Memory is Full of Empty Spaces

I don’t remember much of my childhood. Is this an ‘autism’ thing, or an ‘everyone else experiences this but I can’t read or replicate their bullshit’ thing?

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An Autistic Guide To Navigating Drinks-With-Friends 

I have a major personal conundrum: I enjoy spending time with people I like, but I have a severely limited supply of social energy to do so.

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Aspects of Ace? – Asexual Awareness Week

I didn’t want to be asexual. I didn’t realise that I didn’t have to relinquish my beloved bisexual identity in order to make some space for this little bit of ace. 

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When Anxiety Gets Angry

When neurotypical people talk about anxiety, they’re not willing to talk about the other, less sympathetic, manifestations.

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Me Too

I don’t know how old I was when I first learned that I had to shout ‘fire’ if someone tried to grab me.

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Losing my voice…

I always thought that actually having a valid excuse to not talk to people would be a blessing. I was wrong.

1 Comment on When Everything is Difficult – World Mental Health Day
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When Everything is Difficult – World Mental Health Day

It seems appropriate, on this World Mental Health Day, to admit that I’m struggling.

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An Autistic Guide to Navigating Transport Issues

It was a crushing, overpopulated corner of hell, and I promised myself I would never go into the situation again unarmed.

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Bisexual, Autistic and Proud: In Celebration of Bi Visibility Week

I often hold my queerness hand in hand with my autism. They are what make me beautiful and unique. They are also what paints a target on my head.

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I was born to work in an office

I accept that this isn’t the kind of grandiose statement the great poets of our time will write songs about. But it is a huge, empowering revelation for me.