Online friends and running buddies

It’s a miserable rainy day and I’ve woken with a cold and sore throat, so I’m not sure whether to run this morning. Running is what passes for a social life in real life for me. Side eye conversations, comfortable silences. It’s a visual and kinetic stim for me, and helps keep me grounded andContinue reading “Online friends and running buddies”

Toxic Positivity

I’ve been hearing this phrase banded around on Twitter. Usually directed at the neurodiversity movement, or more specifically at “Pollyanna Autism advocates”, by our critics. I had a taste of toxic positivity yesterday, and now the meaning and consequences are clearer to me. I’ve been struggling with IBS worse than ever since my son IggyContinue reading “Toxic Positivity”

Iggy Rocks

“Iggy Rocks” are rocks painted in memory of Iggy, with things Iggy liked and symbols of things that mattered to him. Could be a Deadpool mask, could be a Pride flag or an autism acceptance infinity symbol. It doesn’t need to be complicated and impressive. Write “Facebook: Iggy Rocks” on the back. My Iggy RocksContinue reading “Iggy Rocks”

Nothing planned

Me: “Glad I managed my 5K social run, but now I’ve nothing planned for the rest of the day” Husband: “What shall we do then?” Me: “No, you misunderstand I’ve nothing planned. It doesn’t mean I haven’t planned anything as yet. It means I’ve planned to do nothing”. Husband: “Really?!” I’m a little hyper andContinue reading “Nothing planned”