If I have three apples and there are twelve people than I am left with a decision, I could keep them to myself, I could share them out between a few, I could share them out unequally or I could share them equally. I have only a finite number of apples and whatever I do … Continue reading Equality is not a resource.
DISCLAIMER Do not read past this point if you think people suffer with or from Autism, if you believe that Autistics are damaged or lost or if you think that there should be a cure and a program to eradicate autism. Everything below is my satirical take on a popular message spread about Autistics and … Continue reading Neurotypical Spectum Disorder, a response. (Satirical)
I have mental health difficulties and need support. Not to be treated like a second class citizen.
This week has seen Theresa May shouting her mouth off about “Mental Health” – Apparently, the problem is stigma, and we all need to talk about our mental health and all will be well with the world (That’s a trap by the way)
I could write for a long time about how utterly offensive I find it for the leader of this government, and this particular party to dare to isolate “mental health” as an individual, personal problem that many of us just happen to have, that occurs in isolation from the socio-political context for which they are directly responsible. I won’t do that – not too much anyway. I’m actually getting quite bored of reviews, and IAPT, and “parity of esteem” and however many shades of “doing nothing while making it look like we’re doing something so that we can shut up those who criticise us and make the…
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I don't know how it is for everyone else but for a long time I thought it was the same for them as it is for me. For me it doesn't stop, it spins and shifts in different directions creating webs of patterns, linked by varying hues. The demand for constant input, the never ending … Continue reading The Day the Whirring Stopped
For the last few years it's been a bit of a battle in general but that doesn't always translate to bad. So you find out that your Autistic, you now have a name that explains that sense of being different, other. Surely that's it? You now know who you are, you can tell others, share … Continue reading Is there a middle.
This story starts in my childhood, with the struggles I and many people who knew me faced each day with my difficulties and the resulting behaviours. Back then I just thought I was naughty and a bad person, a view that was fairly common, but not held by all. I was lucky to have parents … Continue reading My Journey to a diagnosis