Thinking as a sensory system
My cat often decides when I meditate. She's sixteen years old, and I'm in my mid-thirties, so when she jumps into my lap, it's half a lifetime of love. I don't want to move during half-a-lifetime-of-love time.
Language use and autism
So I just stopped writing after the pandemic started. At least, I stopped writing here. Instead, I took my thinking to journals (and I wrote a gross amount of video game dialogue for a separate project), to escape. It’s been a year, and I think I’m ready to return to online journaling. I like intersectional…
Writing from a distance
When I write confessionally, or vulnerably, i.e. autobiographically, I plummet towards exhaustion, like stone to floor. My writing energy hardens from good intentions, to fears of “getting in trouble”: whatever trouble means. I know this makes me a prisoner of my mind, and I’m aware this means self-care is essential. Once self-care is established, psychological…
I’ll just write about life
I don’t know what to write. I don’t know what to write for blogs. For stories. For poems. I think I found myself some writer’s block. I have complex post-traumatic stress disorder, or C-PTSD. The “C” means that I didn’t get here through the classic method—going to war, for example—but through the thousand-cuts method, injured…
Welcome to LightItUp.Red
While my experience is unique—every autistic person's experiences are unique, just like allistics—I think some of my stories could contribute to the larger narrative of acceptance.
Light It Up . Red 