Two autistic people moving, with very different stories and lives: one with a whole family of neurodivergent folks and one moving from a shared support home to an independent house.
I’ve always felt that I am biding my time. When I say “I’ve always felt”, I mean as far back as I can remember. Like the things I was seeing and experiencing in my life were not the whole shebang. There was another place I was living and operating . . . almost.
Jen Bluhm writes about her experiences with the holidays and all the emotions that come with. She sheds a light on how holidays can truly be made special for autistic people.
“I was wondering . . . if I have kids, will they be autistic?”
I’m at least an hour and half early. I didn’t know what parking would be like, and transitioning from Mom brain to Entertainer brain is
These wonderings are a mixed bag of so many thoughts, but a person’s neurological context matters. It is certainly a thing to wonder about, or if you’re me, pick apart and analyze and evaluate and solve the puzzle that is my brain, my pain, and my relationships.