My memories of my grandmother are always of her playing the piano in a deep sense of cigarette smoke. The clear tones from her fingers touching the keys, the intense focus with which she played, as if lost in a world of her own creation. And of course, her shouting from the other end of the house whenever I, as …
Hypersensitivity
I think this is probably one of the most difficult things to explain. Often when I comment on how the light hurts my eyes or how something feels horrible – like clothes made of certain fabrics – people just agree and say it’s annoying. Now, either annoying has a different meaning than I believe it to have or people often …
On Verbalising My Thoughts
You might wonder why I’m writing a post about verbalising my thoughts, but it is really a bigger problem than many might think. I didn’t realise I had this particular problem until I heard someone else on the spectrum mention it, and suddenly everything just made more sense. I knew that I sometimes spoke “too fast” for others to understand …