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The Autism Spectrum According to Autistic People

Autism neurodiversity

jenbluhm

jenbluhm
Jen Bluhm is Waltzing On Waves out of Minneapolis. She is a performing & recording artist, singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, Recipient of the Minnesota Emerging Composer Award, Award-nominated film composer, & Neurodivergent Neurodiversity/Mental Health advocate.

Moving While Autistic

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.

Bittersweet is My Favorite Word

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.

It’s the Most Alienating Time of the Year

…the holiday season where “everyone” tells you you’re fine and your kids are fine and EVERYTHING is fine – when they wouldn’t know fine if it bit them in the jingle bells. . . and because you are who and how you are, you know they are lying.

Where Did I Park? : The Neurodivergent Musician

But now, the show is over and I am numb.  The house music is turned up and my brain gathers the scraps of energy to focus enough to tear down my equipment, pack it up, and haul it out.  Oh, wait. Where did I park?

If I Would Have Known I had Asperger’s

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.  

Moving While Autistic

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.

Bittersweet is My Favorite Word

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.

It’s the Most Alienating Time of the Year

…the holiday season where “everyone” tells you you’re fine and your kids are fine and EVERYTHING is fine – when they wouldn’t know fine if it bit them in the jingle bells. . . and because you are who and how you are, you know they are lying.

Where Did I Park? : The Neurodivergent Musician

But now, the show is over and I am numb.  The house music is turned up and my brain gathers the scraps of energy to focus enough to tear down my equipment, pack it up, and haul it out.  Oh, wait. Where did I park?

If I Would Have Known I had Asperger’s

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.  

Moving While Autistic

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.

Bittersweet is My Favorite Word

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.

It’s the Most Alienating Time of the Year

…the holiday season where “everyone” tells you you’re fine and your kids are fine and EVERYTHING is fine – when they wouldn’t know fine if it bit them in the jingle bells. . . and because you are who and how you are, you know they are lying.

Where Did I Park? : The Neurodivergent Musician

But now, the show is over and I am numb.  The house music is turned up and my brain gathers the scraps of energy to focus enough to tear down my equipment, pack it up, and haul it out.  Oh, wait. Where did I park?

If I Would Have Known I had Asperger’s

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.