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My French crêpe recipe I’m a self-proclaimed bad cook but as a French person, you can trust me on a few things when it comes to recipes. One of them is…
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Anxiety has a way of ruining good things that happen to me. Even when I’m happy, it comes creeping on me like dark overcast clouds over my sunny day. I convince…
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Autism success stories in the media The media like to portray heart-warming autism success stories, but the reality for many autistics and their loved-ones is often quite different. While it makes…
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This is the continuation of a post I first published in 2016 that you can read here. Parents of autistic children are my heroes. This is your reminder that you are…
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This is an excerpt from my book, All Across The Spectrum. You can pre-order here. Autism: A balancing act With autism, I always feel like I’m playing a balancing act, trying…
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The best muffins ever! I’m not a great cook but I’m decent at baking. I’ve perfectioned a few recipes over the years like Chocolate Chips Cookies, Mousse au Chocolat, Bûche…
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To parents of autistic children, you are not alone! To the mom running her child to ABA therapy while her friends are driving their children to soccer practice, you’re not alone.…
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This is a snippet from my book, All Across The Spectrum. You can pre-order here. Autism: It’s okay to grieve When my therapist said those words, “It’s okay to grieve,” I…
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This post blew up. People having different views than mine about autism is not the issue. Bullying by people in the neurodiversity movement is however a serious issue and needs to…
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This is an excerpt from my book, All Across the Spectrum, that you can pre-order here. Autism and functioning labels As I kept sharing about autism on my blog, the #ActuallyAutistic doubled…
![Anxiety has a way of ruining good things that happen to me. Even when I’m happy, it comes creeping on me like dark overcast clouds over my sunny day. I convince myself that too much happiness is suspicious, and if I’m happy right now, it’s because something terrible is soon to happen. Anxiety is not rational. Anxiety is knowing all about the logic of something being impossible to happen and still convincing yourself that there is a crack somewhere in that logic and that the 1-in-a-million chance of something bad happening will definitely happen to you.
Anxiety also comes with an overthinking mind. It’s an intense mind that never stops thinking, so much it becomes a form of torture. I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night sweating, thinking of the things I could have done better, like that one text a few months ago that maybe I should have worded slightly differently.
My anxiety doesn’t only affect me, it affects the people around me too. Anxiety makes my relationships harder. I’m thankful for the friends in my life who stay. I want them to know that it means the world to me because I know I can be hard to love sometimes. I can be paranoid, and too sensitive — too much, too me. If I see changes in a friend’s behavior, I come up with tons of hypothetical scenarios that would explain why they hate me right now, because if they didn’t answer my text yet, clearly they do hate me.
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Anxiety also comes with an overthinking mind. It’s an intense mind that never stops thinking, so much it becomes a form of torture. I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night sweating, thinking of the things I could have done better, like that one text a few months ago that maybe I should have worded slightly differently.
My anxiety doesn’t only affect me, it affects the people around me too. Anxiety makes my relationships harder. I’m thankful for the friends in my life who stay. I want them to know that it means the world to me because I know I can be hard to love sometimes. I can be paranoid, and too sensitive — too much, too me. If I see changes in a friend’s behavior, I come up with tons of hypothetical scenarios that would explain why they hate me right now, because if they didn’t answer my text yet, clearly they do hate me.
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Read more on the blog. Link in bio.
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