Thoughts on criticism

When I was in primary school, I went to stay with my grandparents one night that I have not forgotten, even 30 or so years later. Last week I received a message on my blog that I doubt I will ever forget. The two events are separated by decades, but remembering the first just after the occurrence of the second started a chain of thoughts that brought me to a place of realisation I was not expecting. 

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The venom of awareness

It’s my first April publicly identifying as Autistic. I have very deliberately over the past few years made sure I do not expose myself to the negative rhetoric that goes on, but this year it has been brought to me in a very personal way through a hateful comment left on my blog.

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