This wasn’t the post I was intending to write. Sometimes something just comes to mind and I have to go with it. I’ve been thinking about feminism and my take on it.
Month: October 2013
Attention Deficit
Of all my symptoms of depression the one that is causing me most frustration is the loss of concentration: I am finding it difficult to focus on anything for any length of time.
Big Picture Thinking
Attention to detail is a great strength of mine but also a weakness: so often I fail to see the forest for the trees. This is not unusual for autistic people.
Insomnia
Tired mind so full of thoughts;
Flock of birds come nesting.
Noise and turmoil will not stop
Though I should be resting.
Round and round and round they go,
No end to them in sight.
Like a hamster on a wheel
They run and run all night.
Here I lie awake in bed,
I’m done with counting sheep.
Wishing that my mind was still,
So desperate for sleep.
Disabled, Not Broken
I have Aspergers Syndrome, anxiety disorder and, right now, depression. These are disabling conditions: I am disabled. But I’m not broken.
Living With Depression
I was diagnosed with depression a couple of weeks ago. It’s a strange illness that affects my perception and judgment.
One Brief Tumble
A pebble falls.
We stand and watch
Each bounce it makes,
Speeding earthward.
One brief tumble,
Mimicking life,
Ending too soon.
Owning Autism
Is my autism a blessing or a curse? How do I see it myself? That’s a difficult and important question and I will try to answer it.
I Don’t Know What Love Is
When I was young
I never thought
About what love was:
I didn’t need
To question.
Love was a word
I never uttered.
The emotional
Implications
Were too strong.
It was always
A thing I knew
Without words:
Beyond friendship
As one soul.
To feel that I
And another
Were so entwined,
That nothing could
Break that bond.
But now you say
I never knew
What love was.
I know it by
The empty space.
No Arguing
I don’t do arguments. That whole in-your-face shouting business? Take it somewhere else because I don’t want to know. I’ve gotten my reasons for avoiding these situations, some of which relate to my autism, others to my anxiety.
My Autistic Dance 