The next week (or so) has been bequeathed from hell to challenge me.
sensory sensitivity
Merry Christm-Aspie
I have a strange and wonderful and terrible and contentious relationship with this time of year.
Quiet Carriages are an Autistic lifeline. Please don’t take them away.
Quiet carriages are absolutely a lifeline for disabled people like myself. Some days they are the only reason I have the emotional energy to succeed at work.
Blech (or “I’m not very good at being ill”)
The horrible cough-and-cold mixture is the ultimate magnification of all the things that push those sensory overload buttons in my 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 Inevitable Fidget Spinner Post
For every person who complains about how annoying they find this new fad, I will shoot back that it's a lot less annoying than a twenty-five year old woman descending into meltdown in a public space.
The cold always bothered me anyway…
I've always known I feel the cold. I had just never thought about in terms of those wonderful labels that started clicking into place once I got my diagnosis.
