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.