Words, sensory regulation and autistic meltdown.

Selfie, taken at Oxford train station while texting Rhi, drinking flat white coffee and squinting at the camera in bright warm sunlight. By the time the train arrived ten minutes later a sudden cold wind had brought on numb fingers.  Occasionally I read autistic blogs and the writing feels remote. Slowly I’m identifying a difficulty inContinue reading “Words, sensory regulation and autistic meltdown.”