#ActuallyAutistic

I am, officially, #ActuallyAutistic. No, not like Rain Man. I have no significant heightened ability to count or calculate anything. And no, I’m not like Sheldon Cooper. I’m no genius (though that’s probably pretty obvious), and I do have some grasp of humor, sarcasm, humility and empathy. I’m not like Temple Grandin, I wasn’t non-verbal…

I self-harm. No, I don’t cut.

When people think of self-injurious behaviors, they usually think of cutting. There are so many myths surrounding self-harm, so much shame involved, that most people don’t talk about it. Since I’m a chronic over-sharer these days, I thought I’d breach this taboo topic. Not that I’m the first person. I’ve seen a few articles that have had…

Gonna be alright

I’ve posted recently a lot about angst, anxiety riddled self doubting, and depression. I’m officially done with it. At this point, I believe I managed to flip the switch and remembered who I am. I am strong and damned determined. I will not let negativity weigh me down. As one of my friends said to…

Dealing with anxiety

I bristle when I hear the stories people like to bring out. Stories about the crazy person, the angry person, the weirdo. And in our SJW day in age, the sexist, the racist, the bigot. Labels and judgement, and I assume they’re all aimed at me. That I am, in some way, that person that story is about.