This blog post has turned around in the writing – all because Tamsin Parker has a truly remarkable voice. The voices of autistic women, how they are appropriated and contained, is the theme which runs through my post.
I follow trails – endless trails, down endless rabbit holes it seems, which echo with endless bile and all that political chatter. Not idle. No. But quite quite mountainous.
And yet my ‘unusual brain’ (a bloodhound of sorts) hunts on (and on). Seeking patterns to arrive at meanings. This time predicated on fear.
I think that for ‘neurologically biased’ we should read neurological privilege and allow that working accommodations begin right there. But first the bias must be revealed and spoken.
This is about breath, blood and bone. The only thing we truly know is in our bodies. We must trust our bodies.
Often NT people begin to think that they themselves could be ‘a little bit’ autistic, with a matching and equal array of challenges.
I’m sickened by the imposed invisibility of many of my fellow autistic art professionals. It’s time to get back on my soapbox and make some noise.
And in the middle of life
that I am the odd one.
(Uncertain Weather System in Place, 2016) As there seems to be no specific aftercare following my diagnosis of Asperger Syndrome, I’m quite busy working things out for myself. Fortunately for me this is one of my autistic strengths. But specialist services would make a huge difference to my life. So going it alone isContinue reading “The art of autistic self-hood”
Meeting other autistic people is a rarity. Yesterday brought a glorious exception, and an hour and a half of utter joy.
I’ve also learned a bucketload of politeness and know how to wait and take my turn. I can even mimic patience – I do this as well as any professional stage actor.