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Invisible Struggles

“I have this tight feeling in my chest,” my partner messaged me the other day. Immediately I start worrying about cardiac issues, even though she’s relatively young for that. Thank goodness she works at an urgent care. “All my vitals are normal, though.” Huh, so what the heck is going on? “Is this what anxiety feels like?”  I laugh. I have to laugh. How did … Continue reading Invisible Struggles

Here I am, annoying my darling Titi.

My Four-Legged Therapist

My home is full of animals. Being a guardian to animals, particularly a bunch of them, does require some sacrifices. I don’t have a lot of what I would consider “nice” things, simply because animals can be dirty and destructive, even accidentally. Sometimes they’re even just being jerks. (My cat Nero, for example, likes to look me in the eye while knocking a glass to … Continue reading My Four-Legged Therapist

Apparently, I wasApparently, I was really into capes as a kid. Circa 1990.

Common Reaction

I wish I could say I’ve handled the autistic realization with nothing but gracefully acceptance, but that’s not the case. It’s been a bit of a process, to be honest, somewhat like grieving. I guess I’m grieving any chance of ever truly being normal but… didn’t I already know I was “different”? My whole life, haven’t I known? But that’s so me, to hold out … Continue reading Common Reaction

Portrait of a Queerdo

I’m a “Small Fat” and Why that Matters

I’m fat.  I’ve been fat all my life.  I say this not as a degrading remark, but as a descriptive statement. Being fat is a trait no different than having brown eyes or being tall. Or, more accurately, it shouldn’t be any different. If you’re moving through the world in a body right now and you’re a woman and/or you’re not naturally lithe, you are … Continue reading I’m a “Small Fat” and Why that Matters