Empathy is a bit of a sticking point in conversations about autism. It’s one of the most misunderstood elements of the spectrum and it tends to result in us being a bit spiky. There’s a lot of shouting that we’re more empathetic than neurotypical people, so fuck you, World of Allism. There are snarky Facebook … Continue reading Empathy is overrated
Side effects may include: Dizziness Headaches Finally calling your friends back and being able to tell them that this time you don’t feel quite so bad Insomnia Sleepiness Waking up before 2pm and getting out of bed without total dread Weight loss Weight gain Eating an actual dinner instead of three packets of crisps that … Continue reading Inktober 24/10/19: Dizzy
Today, you will hide in darkness. Sweaty sheets will make your nose twitch, biscuit crumbs on your back will make you toss and turn and the sound of next door’s dishwasher will sit in that darkness with you. You will not escape your prison by tunnelling, little rabbit, but it is okay to remain in … Continue reading Inktober 05/10/19: Build
Right! Now that I have some of these OPINIONS out of myself I can go straight back to squeeing over ink and howling at the moon. I'll just- Oh. Oh, Guardian. You're back. [Cantatrice looks at bottle of ink. Looks at article. Looks at floor. Looks back at ink. Puts ink down and wanders off … Continue reading Extremely female autism
I was a little reluctant to blog about this Guardian article because on some levels it makes me sad and I don’t want to bring any additional attention to it. I’ve also been blogging about autism a fair amount recently, when there are OH so many topics out there that I can be wildly over-opinionated about. But … Continue reading You must be this autistic to ride
Make yourself a cup of tea, buddos. This is going to be a long one. My last post examined the "not your story" issue from the position of having white privilege. Now I’m going to look at it from the position of someone who is marginalised. This isn’t going to be about male SFF writers … Continue reading Eleanor Oliphant’s story, and why it doesn’t belong to the author who wrote it.
I should explain that title shouldn't I. Back a decade ago when I was first diagnosed with ASD, (well actually with Asperger's, which was a thing then but isn't anymore) I spent some time on an ASD message board* trying to figure out what any of it meant. There was a thread about shitty things … Continue reading No imagination, no concept of sarcasm and no sense of humour