Tag: Actually Autistic
When depression hits, my already-low executive function falls off a cliff. A fog descends and I can't string my thoughts together. I struggle to string words together. There's a specific metaphor hovering at the edge of my mind for the exact feeling of trying to thread a sentence together but, ironically, I can't find the words.
The spoon theory was invented during a conversation between someone with Lupus and her friend. She needed a metaphor for "units of energy" and they were in a diner, so... spoons. This metaphor is now very popular and widely quoted. But I think we missed a much better, more obvious one...
Difficulties at a football match
I do ok these days. I have friends. I seem to communicate fairly well with other people. But I am consumed with the fear of going backwards.
19th April 2017 - I got my suspicions confirmed. I was autistic. So how has this year been different in terms of my mental health?
Four fun facts: 1) I go to therapy twice a month in a nearby village on Sundays 2) All buses from my town to said nearby village on Sundays have been discontinued 3) A taxi each way doubles the cost of my therapy 4) I may no longer be able to afford therapy...