I am blubber crying feeling this writing so deeply. I haven’t had a moment of sharing my autisticness (yet), but what she writes about time “away” to realize things — that resonates deeply.
My kids were talking back and forth late one night recently, imagining what life would have been like had there never been Covid-19. They talked about finding so much of themselves in the past four years that they don’t think they would have found if they hadn’t had this time to explore what they like and don’t like (to simplify). It has been a pivotal time for us.
This is amazing. Thank you so much for sharing your story. I can’t wait to read more of your writing. I’ve been learning about my own neuroexpansiveness and how to support myself in that. Your story is really helpful and encouraging.
Thank you, Jenny. I’m so glad to read that you’ve found a community that is accepting and loving for you to continue your vocation 💗 and the sensory room for the youth 😍😍 so cool!
Jenny, your poem and experience made me tear up. As an AuDHD, OCD adult, your words on shame, love, and acceptance really speak to me. Thank you for sharing.❤️I’m so glad you’re thriving.
...the absolute terror that no one will believe me. Ugh, this is representative of the first 50 years of my life.
Jenny, thank you so much for sharing with us here.
The pandemic was a time of great reflection for myself. It wasn’t easy and it’s ongoing for sure. I’m living my most authentic self in safe spaces. Slowly coming out as autistic in the wider community. Only recently have I been able to actually hear my body. Listening and honouring what she needs has been liberating.
I’ve served on church leadership, occasionally preaching; when you talked about prioritizing accommodations in that setting it took my breath away. It’s something I’ve never tried to imagine for myself. My body’s “no” to that setting is pretty loud and resolute (even mentioning my history has me recoiling), but your story will help me imagine a more expansive future. Instead of an automatic no to all the things I used to do, is there room for a “yes, with accommodations”?
I appreciate your essay, Jenny! I am being my full self more and more, and it's easiest and safest at home and with my closest friends. I'm realizing that echolalia of sounds brings me great joy. As does (of course!) the freedom of being my ever more whole self.
I asked my sister for Loop earplugs for my birthday last year. I've never had the "hey I think I'm autistic" talk with her aside from talking about sensory sensitivities we both have, but honestly, she probably figured it out years ago, LOL. She's smart and insightful like that. (She's also self-diagnosed ADHD, and our brother is most likely autistic too. I don't know what's stopping me from just *having the conversation* with either one of them, aside from the chaos that usually happens when we're together and my very energetic five-year-old takes everyone's attention, haha.)
I am blubber crying feeling this writing so deeply. I haven’t had a moment of sharing my autisticness (yet), but what she writes about time “away” to realize things — that resonates deeply.
My kids were talking back and forth late one night recently, imagining what life would have been like had there never been Covid-19. They talked about finding so much of themselves in the past four years that they don’t think they would have found if they hadn’t had this time to explore what they like and don’t like (to simplify). It has been a pivotal time for us.
This is amazing. Thank you so much for sharing your story. I can’t wait to read more of your writing. I’ve been learning about my own neuroexpansiveness and how to support myself in that. Your story is really helpful and encouraging.
Thank you, Jenny. I’m so glad to read that you’ve found a community that is accepting and loving for you to continue your vocation 💗 and the sensory room for the youth 😍😍 so cool!
Jenny, your poem and experience made me tear up. As an AuDHD, OCD adult, your words on shame, love, and acceptance really speak to me. Thank you for sharing.❤️I’m so glad you’re thriving.
...the absolute terror that no one will believe me. Ugh, this is representative of the first 50 years of my life.
Jenny, thank you so much for sharing with us here.
The pandemic was a time of great reflection for myself. It wasn’t easy and it’s ongoing for sure. I’m living my most authentic self in safe spaces. Slowly coming out as autistic in the wider community. Only recently have I been able to actually hear my body. Listening and honouring what she needs has been liberating.
I’ve served on church leadership, occasionally preaching; when you talked about prioritizing accommodations in that setting it took my breath away. It’s something I’ve never tried to imagine for myself. My body’s “no” to that setting is pretty loud and resolute (even mentioning my history has me recoiling), but your story will help me imagine a more expansive future. Instead of an automatic no to all the things I used to do, is there room for a “yes, with accommodations”?
I appreciate your essay, Jenny! I am being my full self more and more, and it's easiest and safest at home and with my closest friends. I'm realizing that echolalia of sounds brings me great joy. As does (of course!) the freedom of being my ever more whole self.
Love all of this and resonate with it so much. <3 Thank you for sharing your story, Jenny! So much wisdom here.
I asked my sister for Loop earplugs for my birthday last year. I've never had the "hey I think I'm autistic" talk with her aside from talking about sensory sensitivities we both have, but honestly, she probably figured it out years ago, LOL. She's smart and insightful like that. (She's also self-diagnosed ADHD, and our brother is most likely autistic too. I don't know what's stopping me from just *having the conversation* with either one of them, aside from the chaos that usually happens when we're together and my very energetic five-year-old takes everyone's attention, haha.)