My Review of Netflix's Love on on the Spectrum (Spoilers included)
I have been asked for several weeks about the body and taking care of it. This week, we are going to talk about being "hangry", the blend between Hungry and Angry and how I react sometimes if I am not norshed or dont think things through
Four and a half months ago, COVID-19, schools (and many other services) servicing autistics were for the most part modified. This included the ability of service providers being allowed to enter the home and sessions being conducted online or via telephone.
Since the last chapter in my life and moving in the current one, I have been using technology as a way to model behaviors and tasks in order for me to progress to the next one. At 35, I can actually feel progress, my life is becomming more organized and I feel much better about myself and the future ahead.
In gaining my skills to regroup for the next chapter in my life, I have made the decision to do a blog series on Adulting. The eighth installment is creating your own space for you or an autisic, an esssential element in any autistic's life.
Although I don't usually condone not wearing a mask, some folks, especially in the Autism Community cannot tolerate wearing them. This poem, shared by a friend on Facebook, highlights that indeed the autism community is criticized for non compliance and bullied for not wearing a mask That woman you shamed in the grocery store, because… Continue reading POEM: Why I Don’t Wear A Mask (From Facebook)
One fierce autism advocate online out east has coined the phrase "if you met one person with autism, you've done just that, met one person with autism." Nothing could be further from the truth as far as it comes to the makeup of our body sizes and eating habits.
we have to remember that the order of Operation doesn't always happen the way we orchestrate.It also doesn't mean that you don't need to act out or get out of shape because your plans don't happen exactly the way you want them to or the same way they've been doing for 20 years.
Note: This poem was adapted from an mother of a fifteen year old autistic nonverbal boy explaining his coming of age. While my experience was completely different, it was nonetheless as trying as just receiving the diagnosis of Aspergers almost two years prior and they along with those who were intended to help me were uncertain about the diagnosis, that would become ASD 1 in 2013.
In gaining my skills to regroup for the next chapter in my life, I have made the decision to do a blog series on Adulting. The seventh installment I have chosen to write about doing things that you dont want to but need to.
As part of my virtual clubhouse attendance we compose a weekly newsletter that is published each Friday, I have decided to include those writings in my Blog. Thoughts on Returning The Clubhouse Environment is certainly different since we left the facility on March 16th. We can’t do many things that we used to do because… Continue reading Union Station Weekly: Volume 2: Issue 7 – July 17, 2020
So this weekend, I was in another dark depressive blah's. I now know it was because I was in another of those dark depressive spirals of not medicating properly for several days on end. It became to the point this past Saturday, where I could focus myself on my cell phone on Facebook Live watching hours upon hours of angry "Karen" meltdowns, before I did so the next day.
As part of this week's Concentrating on COVID series, we again visit the greuling topic of face masking and the requirements as amusement parks in the commonwealth opened this past week and the waters have been tested, resulting in those who choose not to wear one to be ejected from the parks.
In gaining my skills to regroup for the next chapter in my life, I have made the decision to do a blog series on Adulting. The sixth installment I have chosen to write about is making sure that you eat.
As part of my virtual clubhouse attendance we compose a weekly newsletter that is published each Friday, I have decided to include those writings in my Blog
The past few weeks have been full of tension in regards to equality, and the fairness of law enforcement among the marginalized communities in America. Likewise, I have learned of my ability to appreciate everyone and see through things that matter to persons who don't see equally.
As of this writing, the cases are resurging in our county. 12 new ones yesterday, 11 today. It looks bleak. Telehealth is being extended, the bleakness goes on and on. I do worry about a return to where we were almost four months ago, but I also have to realize that I have no control over what happens nor those actions of others. Slowly things are beginning to revert their ways, school proms are being cancelled or modified, store entrances are being closely monitored for mandated masking, it continues to be enhanced.
In gaining my skills to regroup for the next chapter in my life, I have made the decision to do a blog series on Adulting. The fifth installment I have chosen to write about is caring about others. So this week has been another okay week, behaviorally. For the most part, I've been good no… Continue reading Adulting: Caring About Others
When I was a young boy, I had a big fear of fireworks,. One year the fire company would set off in our field because they had no where to set them off. Because of the loud noises that were produced, this caused a great deal of anxiety in the summer, especially when near firework displays that I would make life miserable for my family.