Burnout

Bringing our gifts to life

We did not evolve for a transactional world. It is time to stop trying harder to fit in. We have already done so all our life. We need to slow down,  to the relational speed of life that is compatible with our evolutionary history. This is well understood by many indigenous cultures in different parts of the world, but this knowledge, this deep wisdom has been actively suppressed.

Coming back to life

As long as life is framed as a competitive social game failure is guaranteed – because then the suffering of others is simply another great busyness opportunity. A few weeks ago the authors of this article had the wonderful opportunity to hear from from a neurodivergent community in Iceland. We agreed to look for ways of ongoing collaboration.

Nurturing shared understanding in a deceptive world

Human minds can develop amazing capabilities, but at the same time, our cognitive capacities are limited. To ensure we understand each other, we must know our limits, and we must co-create safe spaces for engaging in de-powered dialogue.

A Letter of Support

A letter of support to neurodiverse people inspiring all of us to radical self-care as a form of activism.

The Autistic pace of life in the ocean

Thanks to wonderful Autistic conversations I think I am beginning to understand why I feel so much at home in the ocean. To date I had not connected it to healing from Autistic trauma, but now I see the connection with increasing clarity.

A female appearing person who appears to be asian is lying face down on a white couch, a book in hand, glasses off to the side. She ooks exhausted and symbolizes autistic burnout in autism adulthood.

What does it mean to be an autistic adult?

What does it mean to be an autistic adult? A spouse? A home? A career? Or is it a constant battle to be accepted and working beyond the point of exhaustion into repeated burnouts?

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Bad Poetry, a Mask, & Truth

Trigger warning: this one is dark Content warning: bad poetry Fifteen years ago, I wrote a poem. This was fifteen years before I had a

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