My home is my haven: an ode to woollen blankets, beeswax candles, glossy plants, locally-roasted coffee and home-baked cake. But I often forget that drawing my comfort zone too close can be cloyingly claustrophobic.
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At home, neighbours not withstanding, I have far more control and I choose to create a haven from toxic or unpleasent smells.
I started to search for activities I could do outside that didn’t exert too much physical energy but kept me busy enough so I wouldn’t go stir crazy. We had one unused raised bed in the garden; I claimed it as my own.
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Joy, Morning joy, I’m always up before the birds and the sun, Always been a morning person, Partly due to a strategy developed in my early twenties, To hit the deck as soon as my eyes opened, In order to avoid falling into the depressive abyss.
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Life as an autistic woman can be hard going sometimes, a balancing act between necessities that take energy from me in exchange for the means to survive and the pleasurable pursuits that replenish and restore
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.”