I never realise until I am there. Until I find myself feeling sick with disgust at my old interests and desperately seeking something to latch on to. If you know an autistic person, adult or child, know that the space between our passions is always terribly unsettling. Sometimes it feels bleak, for there is nothing to be excited about, nothing to dig in to. Sometimes it feels lonely, for we have lost our way of connecting with other humans. Sometimes it is scary, because we have taken away the only thing holding our mind tethered, keeping anxiety, or mania, or paranoia, or depression at bay.
This week's post is about periods, PMS, anxiety, insomnia and neurodivergence. Woo hoo! I'm writing from the end of my once-a-month fall apart. For a few days every month I exist in a cycle of very little sleep, anxiety, exhaustion, and extreme scattered-ness.
I've been staring at the artwork this morning. It has connected with me. It is the perfect image of what it means to be a neurodivergent family and live that truth as a family together.
Returning from my travel to the UN in Geneva for Autistic Family Collective, I was wide awake and jetlagged, and wrote a list of some of the things I just won't accept this Autism Acceptance Month (or ever!). Things like sympathy, denial, stigma, hate and fear...