The Cruelest Joke: When I Learned I Was Autistic and ADHD, I Realized That I Was Taught to Hate Myself for Being Exactly Who I Was Meant to Be.

When I was diagnosed as Autistic, almost 10 years ago now, it was a big awakening and the beginning of a journey. Continue reading The Cruelest Joke: When I Learned I Was Autistic and ADHD, I Realized That I Was Taught to Hate Myself for Being Exactly Who I Was Meant to Be.

Lyric, years ago, with long black hair and pale skin from staying indoors, dressed as in a red hood and red and silver mask.

Growing Up Not Knowing About My Neurodivergent (Autistic and ADHD) Brain and What I Wish I Had Understood Sooner

Question for my late-identified Neurodivergent readers: Is there anything you wish you’d known or understood sooner?

If you could give one piece of advice to your younger, unidentified self, what would it be?

I am Neurodivergent, but I didn’t know it (or even what Neurodivergence or Neurodiversity was) for most of my life.

Being diagnosed Autistic, at the age of 29, a few months shy of my 30th birthday, during a mental health crisis, turned my world upside down. It also saved my life. Continue reading Growing Up Not Knowing About My Neurodivergent (Autistic and ADHD) Brain and What I Wish I Had Understood Sooner

My Birthday is Next Month: Savoring Sunsets While Packing a Go Bag – Turning 39 in a Texas Spring

The Art of the Personal New Year: Why I Reset in Spring, Not Winter What I’m “Burying in the Ground” and What I’m Cultivating This Spring I’m going to be 39 this year. My birthday is in about a month (give or take a few days). I am a spring baby, born in Texas in March 1987. Spring is one of my favorite seasons (with Fall close behind). Here, in Texas, Spring has already sprung – and I am loving it! As far as Texas goes, while many of our laws and corrupt government officials and politicians are ass-backwards, the … Continue reading My Birthday is Next Month: Savoring Sunsets While Packing a Go Bag – Turning 39 in a Texas Spring

ADHD and Me – Is It Trauma, Autism, ADHD, or… All of the Above?: Years After Being Diagnosed, THIS YEAR I’m Finally Unpacking My ADHD Identity

I Almost Convinced Myself I Wasn’t ADHD. Then a Deadline Proved Me Wrong. What Does a Healed, Untraumatized ADHDer Look Like? I’m determined to find out.
Continue reading ADHD and Me – Is It Trauma, Autism, ADHD, or… All of the Above?: Years After Being Diagnosed, THIS YEAR I’m Finally Unpacking My ADHD Identity