At school I was that kid who was always playing with his hands, tapping on a desk, or a wall, or a lunchbox, or anything really.
Tag Archives: autistic adult
Running for Mental Health
This experience changed my life. I’ve become much more confident with who I am and I’m now able to use running as a strength, its become more than an interest for me, its become a passion.
Creating a Mindful Morning Routine
This morning routine was not developed overnight but, instead, was crafted slowly over time, with lots of trial and error. It took realizing and accepting my morning reality, and then working with it intentionally. Eventually, a routine developed that created an excellent flow to my day and I knew I hit paydirt.
Wellbeing through Weightlifting
What I didn’t ever consider when I began the gym was how good weight lifting is for self regulation. When the barbell is on my shoulders, it almost has the effects of a weighted blanket – it feels really comforting and grounding.
Gardening and Recovery
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.
Cass’s “New Normal” under Lockdown
Each evening I write makes easier to write the next night. This beginning is often where we get stalled. This is easier for me lately, as I have the silent night to hold this sacred space for me. I have nowhere else to be.
Alexandra and Helen: Connection under Lockdown
We have decided to take a temporary break from publishing our usual posts in order to share how our contributors are handling current lockdown measures.
Rhi and Flo's Lockdown Routines
We have decided to take a temporary break from publishing our usual posts in order to share how our contributors are handling current lockdown measures.
Joy
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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Making Time for Art
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
