Tag: my diagnostician
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Why I never doubt my diagnosis
It looks like I’m having a blogging day today. It always happens when I feel low. Which is, I suspect, caused by grief. I’m not totally sure though, I just know that I’m sad, pretty much since I woke up. Grief would make sense though. And obviously the war. Shirley, the radio station manager, was […]
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I just realised something (the importance of indirect communication)
When I realised I’m autistic and that there are levels of communication that I don’t get, I started paying more attention to what is being said in non direct way. For that I didn’t need anyone to prompt me (I described here a while ago how my diagnostician prompted me to see other people perspectives). […]
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I feel really impatient lately
I tend to feel impatient whenever I start doing something that matters to me. I felt terribly impatient when I just started blogging – I wanted to tell everyone about my diagnostician and was hoping to change the world with the emails I was sending to various organisations. I found it difficult to understand that […]
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‘Take care’ – patterns in communication
A few days ago I posted a link about Bristol City Light Festival on my Facebook page. It’s happening in March and I was hoping that possibly me and John will be in a position where we could go there together (John lives in Bristol) and spend some nice time there, both during the festival […]
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I’m getting bitter, I suppose
This is, I think, how my mum’s death affects me (and I’m sorry, I don’t like ‘passed away’ expression, it doesn’t sound definite enough for me, like if the person may still come back). I don’t miss her. I guess I got used to the fact that I’d never speak to her again, we’d never […]
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I Googled my diagnostician, Oriana Morrison-Clarke
Ok, so previous post was about the experience that I call monitoring. Is it possible to be on one? What about privacy issues? I’m not sure I fully like the idea of that. I mean, if it’s true, it certainly helped me to get home safely in 2017, otherwise I could end up arrested somewhere […]
Autistic and me 