Square pegs – a touch of the ‘normals’. #autism

And lo, it came to pass that one day in the later decades of my life I experienced a touch of the ‘normals’.

But please don’t worry – I am quite okay. In fact I’m more than okay. I’m frankly energised in ways I don’t yet fully comprehend.

Performance 1. Performance as autistic embodiment and research.

I’m tempted to leave this video right here without any words. Who needs words when embodiment is so infinitely more expressive? It’s at such moments that I remind myself that words can only translate experience. Yet the need to translate is there. Even for myself. I need to process what this powerful embodiment means. Writing helps.

Autistic power in the workplace

I am learning not to be confused by the mere appearance of friendliness or put off by other people’s agendas. I’m late diagnosed, hell it’s time!

When only autism will do.

Yes, yes, yes…okay, okay. Alright. I boil washed another jumper! It’s becoming a thing – a metaphorical thing.  This post is about access and exclusion.  It’s about a stripy jumper made out of scratchy wool that doesn’t fit. Like that awful Xmas gift (that keeps on itching) – you really don’t want it but you have