Encountering the extremes of cold drew us both into that most clichéd space, the Moment, forcibly pulling our minds away from ruminating on the past or future, or tilling over an endless to-do list.
My bedroom is my safe place. It has always been my refuge from a sensory hostile world. There was a time two decades ago when it was also my prison.
“If I don’t actively carve out time to be inactive, I fall apart.”
In 2019 I carried out a study to explore how late-diagnosed autistic women (like me) managed their health and wellbeing. This is the third of four blog posts describing the themes I identified when analysing the interviews
These days the physical pain, fatigue and overwhelm I used to live with has virtually gone. The forest has released me from constant fight or flight mode and I no longer feel nervous around people.