We’re Mules, Not Horses

Me: (notices that several recent posts have been about animals, either literally or metaphorically) Me: (has zero problems with this) I mentioned in a previous post that I’ve been hearing a bit about autistic burnout. It’s been hard to find more than anecdotal information about it, because there aren’t any big studies or even that

Leaning in or burning out?

“Hold that thought,” I said to my spouse. He was in the middle of a sentence, and I felt bad about cutting him off. But it would only be for a few seconds. And we were chatting rather than talking about something emotionally urgent. If this had been a serious discussion, I would have quite

Masks Protect Us

Several months ago, BuzzFeed News ran a story about a woman who won the kind of contest no one even wants to place in: worst tattoo ever. It makes sense that such a tattoo would involve words rather than art. Plenty of people have rued the day they got someone else’s name inked on them.

Judgement Day

Me (on the phone with my sister): …oh hey I should do a Tarot reading for you sometime. I still have some learning to do but I’m really into Tarot I don’t know if I ever told you that. Sister: …you’re into Tarot? Me: Yeah! Not, like, oh wow I think these cards can tell

Walk Like An Allistic

Me: ooh lookit that big weirdo plant Me: I love that guy! Me: (takes a million pictures) Me: I love succulents so much. Me: I think I’m becoming the main character in that novel I wrote. Spouse: …the wealthy heiress gay teenaged boarding-school student whose loved ones were systematically murdered? Me: Okay, not JUST like