google-site-verification: google912bc2e5c6d093ee.html
My own real life experiences of how Autism and CPTSD affects me and my friends
Sometimes pain sneaks up wearing the wrong face. This morning, I woke up with grief sitting on my chest like a stone, tears flooded my eyes obscuring my vision. My body doubled over around my arms clutching at my ribs in an attempt to protect my shattered heart. Trying to hold in the broken pieces…
This reflects on my journey of reclaiming my voice after a history of trauma, neglect, and abuse. Through supportive relationships, it emphasizes the importance of self-advocacy, healing, and the right to be heard and respected.
My journaling describing loneliness and a desire for human connection, particularly as an autistic individual facing misunderstanding and stigma. Seeking recognition and companionship, challenging societal norms and advocating for the acceptance of diverse identities.
Musings during another lousy night. Writing this helped me get grounded and back to sleep. Eventually. I hope it helps you too. To know you are not alone. Keep fighting the dark.
Trauma can lead to overwhelming thoughts and feelings that feel monstrous or shameful, such as self-harm or violence. These thoughts are responses to unbearable pain and do not define one’s character. Healing is possible with understanding and support.
The poem expresses a unique autistic perception of time, contrasting the speaker’s personal rhythm with societal norms. It illustrates how the speaker’s experience of time is nonlinear and beautifully chaotic, rejecting conventional expectations. Ultimately, it celebrates individuality and the beauty of differing perspectives on time.
Personal thoughts on the inner conflict between my autistic and ADHD traits, discussing struggles with decision-making, overwhelming choices, and the importance of self-care to manage both conditions effectively.
The post humorously critiques men’s obsession with balls in various forms, highlighting their tendency to prioritize sports and leisure over meaningful relationships. It suggests that while round objects symbolize life and joy, men often fail to apply similar passion to deeper connections.
This is about that experiences of profound disconnection from reality, feeling trapped in a web of illusion and numbness, yearning for authentic connection and movement.
A raw and honest reflection of life growing up as the middle child with two brothers and with neglectful absent parents