If you refuse to read my written notes, please know that I will not be able to tell you what I need and want you to know.
I try my best to not show fear on my face, just smile knowingly at the group conversation. This stranger might laugh at me when this event is over. I’ve got to be nice and make a good impression.
This is a talk I wrote in one of my good weeks while experiencing Autistic Burn Out. Using this method as a baseline has helped me on my recovery journey.
Seeing the images of my old house messy and tidy was a good visual reminder of what my current messy bedroom could look like. How I may feel once its cleaned.
This poem is about going through cycles of confidence, hope and a lack of trust in my abilities.
I’ve been frustrated over the years by the simplistic information the various GP’s have asked about and recorded.
With practicing comes being willing to fail. For me the two go together like smoked salmon and avocado.