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.
For me, mindfulness has become one of my techniques that allows me to make sense of the world around me. It allows me to take control of my thoughts and bring into context how frequently they are overstimulated.
Growing up as I did – trans, bicultural and autistic – without knowing how different and sensitive I was, I had accumulated layers of emotional debris that would randomly explode, wrecking life projects and relationships.
In 2019 I carried out a study to explore how late-diagnosed autistic women (like me) managed their health and wellbeing. This is the second of four blog posts describing the themes I identified when analysing the interviews
I took to the sky like an eagle and flew above land and sea. I dove into the sea and went deep under water just to hang out with whales.
My favourite thing to do on a long run is to head for country roads or woods, and listen to stories; to lose myself in the scenery and in the words, crafting images in my head.
Having this self-knowledge gives me autonomy, having the support to put it into practice gives me health and happiness.