Returning to the body I left behind
I used to feel so overwhelmed by confusing sensations in my body.
Unaware of how my nervous system struggled to
It takes a lot of energy to hide
The shocking ease after naming my autism
How are you doing?
i used to hate
when someone
asked me
“how are you doing?”
neurotypicals decided
that’s how we say hi
My soul longs for connection & my body longs for isolation
The beauty and frustration of being autistic
The shape I no longer fit
A little poem about choosing to heal
Trust builds on itself
A little poem about trusting you
You can't shortcut survival
The reality of learned protection
A life update + vocational transition
Telling the truth is hard + beautiful
Before curiosity
A poem about the invitation before we’re ready for curiosity
A truth is easing into view
Turning 43 and nodding yes
