Sometimes, you’ll see someone on the autism spectrum break down. You can see a strong reaction; some may even strike at whoever is hurting them. It’s not something they do because they are evil or mean or bad people – they might even really like whoever they hit or pushed. We all react in whatever way we can to survive. …
The first time I was medicated because of my depression, I didn’t take it seriously. I didn’t want the medication and I hated the doctor for not being able to help me – giving me medication felt like giving up on me. I didn’t understand that giving me the medication was indeed helping me. Now, the first happy pills I …
Letting go, not just of who I am but also the idea of who I might be, is scary. It’s terrifying. When I wrote my last post, I was certain I was about to break yet again – I could see no other way out. So, I accepted my fate. It was not easy, but I knew that if I …
