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Surprise, surprise!
One of the advice for supporting autistic people is making everything predictable. But can it actually work? You may at times think that it does because it helped you prevent your autistic husband’s/friend’s/child’s meltdown but how does it make you feel? Are you not stressed by constantly trying to control everything? Do you not feel…
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Unfamiliar faces
One of the thing that I forgot to mention so far was a little situation form the job interview I had two days ago. This one, where I was offered a job informally and later decided, after making sophisticated mental effort, that it would be better for everyone involved if I just never contact them…
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My psychiatric nurse
So, first of all I wanted to say my psychiatric nurse is absolutely lovely person and a brilliant communicator. I can appreciate that especially because, as an autistic person, I have a history of failed attempts at receiving support from various people and organisations. I will not be going into details here but it all…
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Fragile
This post will be about parcel tape, or at least that’s how it’s going to start as I may then move onto something else. So, I finally decided that it’s time to post my mum’s clothes to her care home. I feel kind of sorry for her that I didn’t do it earlier but not…
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Good mental health
I suppose writing openly about mental health requries me mentioning the times when my mental health is good. I am actually surprised how much better I feel when my problems (sort of) has been managed and my contact with people is limited and rather formal – only during interviews. I didn’t feel low or on…
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Sensory room
There is a very strong drive in the care industry to create ‘sensory rooms’ for residents with autism. Those rooms usually contain flashing lights – I personally hate them. Flashing lights can even cause me to have a (silent) meltdown. Mind you, my meltdowns are always silent and my main symptom is that my brain…
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Hospital food
I don’t suppose I’ve ever mentioned here what food we were been given when I was in psychiatric hospital in Poland? First of all there was absolutely no choice of what we were getting so if one was vegetarian and we had ham and bread for supper, they could only eat bread and butter –…
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Autistic and me 