Would you like to write an essay / blog post for this i like your stims website? This is your invitation. Please consider what you have to share about autistic liberation, neurodivergence, health, meeting the needs of people with social differences and sensory differences, resources you enjoy, your own experiences, ideas, tips. possible topic ideas… Continue reading invitation
My supportive spouse Ming and I visited Thunder Junction All Abilities Park in St George, Utah. I was unprepared for how much fun I would have there and how much food for thought I would eat. Yum yum! I loved the egg shells to rest in. Ming went in an egg shell and let… Continue reading Thunder Junction All Abilities Park
Hello, I wanted to clarify that the posts I made about the incident in the rose garden aren’t actually about this one incident or my one life. I’m 45 years old, and my needs have been violated over and over again for 45 years, to the point of trauma and real lasting harm. The rose… Continue reading example
Hello, it’s autism acceptance month. You have a few days left to be accepted by an autistic person! Good luck!
“What would you have done, if I’d started screaming at those people at the park?” I asked Ming. He was driving, and I was passenging. I’d just been sensory and socially freaked out by inconsiderate party goers at the park. “Would you have said, ‘Let’s go,’ and moved us out of there?” “No,” Ming said. … Continue reading let’s go
Hello, today I had a bad social and sensory experience at the park. My spouse Ming and I went out to the rose garden at Lorenzi Park here in Las Vegas. Wow, so many roses are blooming. We walked around to see the different kinds. It was beautiful and smelled delicious. Then a bunch of… Continue reading sensory
Hello, I’m Laura-Marie. I want to explain why I’m self-diagnosed as autistic, how that feels, and how it affects my life. what autism is I didn’t know until recently what autism even is. I’d heard of it as a super-male brain with social cluelessness and awkwardness, lack of empathy, and being out of touch with… Continue reading why I’m self-diagnosed