Tag: mental health

I feel obliged to give constant apologies for existing as a neurodiverse person in a neurotypical world.

In the end, there was simply too much to talk about. So I’ve decided to talk about scarves. 

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 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.

I’m fat. This isn’t a statement that is up for debate. I am beautiful. I am also fat.

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

They never imagine, as they wax lyrical about being able to ‘fix’ this ‘imperfection’ in the ‘poor children’, that there is a big opinionated grown up adult autistic woman absorbing every word with a professional grimace.

I’m scared that, on Friday morning, I will have to talk people down from killing themselves. And I’m scared that I will fail to talk people down from killing themselves. 

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.