Tag: anxiety

I sobbed as I delivered my speech. It was so cliche, I might as well have broken into a teary rendition of ‘For Good’. But it was all true.

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.

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.

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 had a good day yesterday. I also had a meltdown in public yesterday. Holy oxymoron, Batman!

Do you ever feel like someone has dropped a box of bees in your brain?

Autistic people should not have their inalienable right to diagnosis and support denied because their autism doesn’t present itself in a way that fits into the correct boxes.

He is my beautiful, brave, loving, silly, pathetic, cowardly, loyal, protective, fabulous boy. Sometimes, I love him so much I could cry.

Behold as she bravely dodges crushing responsibilities, traverses deadly social interaction, and finally navigates her way back, injured and bruised yet still fighting, to bask in the adoring (furry) crowds of home!

I’ve never talked about this particular stim before, or considered it as a ‘stim’ in the same way I class my other stims. It’s one of those ‘ew gross’ actions that you try to keep hidden from the rest of the world.

Was I destined to be super-glued to square one for the rest of my life? Am I stuck in a destiny I desperately do not want? What more can I do?

Ah, the joys of your entire future spinning on the head of a single one hour snapshot of your life.