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Continue reading →: The Wastefulness of CheerAmy leans into her stoic roots during the holiday, but realizes that there may be more to it.
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Continue reading →: Something Old, Something NewAmy bought a house, and life is very different. Here’s the journey.
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Continue reading →: Here’s to You, Joe DiMaggioAmy thinks about an old Simon & Garfunkel song while surveying the detritus of her life after a move.
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Continue reading →: When the Anger SubsidesThe anger has stomped around for a while, and now it is fading into the background. What’s next?
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Continue reading →: The Anger RisesOne hot summer night, Amy experiences a surprising emotion: anger. Surprisingly, it’s incredibly healing.
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Continue reading →: My Map of TraumaA trip to the library for photocopying turned into a trauma flashback. Fun, right? I know. Here’s how I make sense of it.
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Continue reading →: The Chaos GoblinHere’s how I have learned to embrace executive dysfunction, and let my creative, intuitive chaos goblin run free.
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Continue reading →: Crossing the Finish LineI walked a 5k with my kid this weekend. Actually, that’s not totally true. Let me rephrase: I was planning on walking a 5k with my kid this weekend. We had been training, sort of. As much as I can train with an 11-year-old with executive dysfunction. We did do…
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Continue reading →: Going HomeYou know that old saying, “Home is where the heart is?” For me, both “my home” and “my heart” have been abstract, undefined concepts. I sort of conceptually understand what the saying means. It means that where you feel comfortable is where you will feel at home. It’s saying that…
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I’m Amy
I spent my whole life thinking I was mentally ill. Until I got diagnosed with autism at 38, and that’s when it all changed. I am not an ill neurotypical; I am a healthy neurodivergent. I am awesome and disabled.
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