One moment I was giggling, a soft rug tickling the skin of my bare feet. In my ears rang the delightful sound of my husband’s laughter as it washed over my soul. His fingers at my ribs, tickling mercilessly! Then the AC of our apartment kicked on and the lights flickered for just a brief…… Continue reading The Carpet Is Lava
Change. Change makes my mind go haywire. Change spins my world into chaos, and it drives me to the brink of my patience and capabilities. My mind becomes foggy, my emotions reign out of control and I become inebriated with fear, anxiety and hazy thinking. Change is my undoing. Most everyone I’ve met with Asperger’s…… Continue reading Uncomfortable, Incandescent Joy
As I’ve become more open about Asperger’s and my life, the question of how I maintain a corporate job comes up quite often. “If you have social anxiety, how do you hold a job in communications?”Don’t worry, the irony isn’t lost on me!Truth of the matter is, my love of people is greater than my…… Continue reading The Corporate Aspie
Speaking from my own experience, Asperger’s is an internal war of the raw versus the refined. At any time, I find myself over-encumbered with input and output formulas as I both take in the world, and respond to the world that surrounds me. Because of who I am when stripped away from these formulas, I…… Continue reading My Internal War That Is Asperger’s
It’s always a roller coaster ride for me when people I don’t know begin talking to me in public places. Just this morning, as I was standing in Starbucks waiting on my Tall Chai Tea Latte, a woman I have never before met randomly started talking to me about how horrible her morning has been.…… Continue reading The Empathetic Aspie
I’m sorry that I haven’t been writing. I have so much that I want to tell you about my experiences with autism. But I can never pull myself together enough to write the words. I have the best of intentions, I promise, however my ability to get myself together to share the intimate details of…… Continue reading The Struggles with Anxiety….
*stands on soap box* I don’t believe in “high” or “low” functioning. Labeling me as one or the other has become… degrading. It’s disrespectful and dismissive. A friend of mine recently observed how people talk about “high” and “low” functioning autism as if they’re two different entities. When really, they’re one and the same. They’ve evolved to…… Continue reading Please, Don’t Call Me High Functioning