Untitled post about imagination and love

It is 6 am. She is having her last cigarette in the shadows of the dark living room that she calls her own. No inspiration coming her way and insomnia disturbing her mind, she is contemplating her life so far..and thinking about him. She hears his voice even though she does not know the way it sounds, she feels his hands on her face, strong and manly, just as she imagined them to be. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she said in a low, sleepy voice. She hears him whispering secrets to her ear, smiles at his jokes and shudders when he touches her lips with his. Excited because of his long awaited presence in the room, she turns another dusty page… 

 

Undercover Autistic: on disclosing autism in the (academic) workplace

Great post about the issues that emerge in one’s professional and private life when they are struggling with Autism. A lot of these thoughts and conclusions can also be applied to other so called disorders, like OCD, for example. Understanding is the key.

The Third Glance

Autistic – the word that I first heard applied to me my freshman year of college – it was weighted full of disdain, and I feared it. I feared it, knowing but little of the disorder I’d never really encountered, but had heard some very awful things about.

Autistic – the word that I learned more and more about, as I devoured everything I could read on the subject, which was just so utterly fascinating to me.

Autistic – the word that I learned explained the why of how I interacted with the world. The word that explained nearly everything that made me different from the people I was surrounded by.

Autistic – the word that gave me freedom from my fear and belief that I was just a completely broken person who would never succeed.

Autistic – the word that gave me power over myself and my environment.

Autistic…

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