“Me Too”

Trigger Warning: Open discussion of sexual bullying. I've mentioned this in passing before, but when I was school part of the bullying I went through turned sexual. Here's my contribution to the "Me Too" conversation.

Nature or Nurture: My Autistic Skills

Nature or Nurture: My Autistic Skills

I hadn’t thought of it this way before….

Autism and Expectations

I’ve always thought of myself as a natural problem-solver. Give me the information and I can sort through it quickly, find the important bits, and come up with a plan. It’s one of my skills.

Sometimes it drives my husband up the wall. He will have been doing something for ages, I walk in, look at all the parts, put them together in every way imaginable, and a second after seeing it all for the first time say, “Why are you doing it like that? Just put that bit in there.”

He is often surprised by how much I can think in a small space of time. When he turns to me and says, “What’re you thinking?” It’s rarely a short answer. A long train of thought triggered by a bird flying past the window, and culminating in the evolution of the backbone, with every logical step for every tangent…

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My Life Through SpectreSpecs: Hyperlexic or not?

My Life Through SpectreSpecs: Hyperlexic or not?

I was reading this and it reminded me of something my mum told me once – that I asked to be taught to read when I was two.

I asked her for more information and I think I was probably borderline hyperlexic…. Enough to comment on, not enough to warrant investigation. It seems it was noticeable that I picked up reading and writing extremely quickly and often had to be physically pride away from books 😛

Counting the Ways

This is intended to be the first in a series of posts in which I look back onto my childhood and youth with the possibility in mind that I might have been on the spectrum all along. Of course, for the longest time that never occurred to me. But now I might see things in a different light, interpret events differently and take a different perspective. This is an important path on my journey, I think, as my past has been one of the arguments that my own head puts forward for my not being autistic. Simply put, the little devil on my shoulder tells me that my childhood was too happy, I’ve had it too easy, and that the descriptions of autistic children in the literature do not fit me at all. But the little angel on my other shoulder says that see from the right perspective, the signs…

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