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I was kinda in bad mood this afternoon, because I walked so much in the main area of this uni this morning, tending to several matters inefficiently. Then my husband called. Saying something I dont understand about what he doesn't like about the pair of glasses he just fetched this afternoon, and asking me to go with him to the glasses stall located in the uni's main area, ASAP. In my heart, I mumbled, "...sigh. Why don't he settled that when fetching the glasses. Now I need to go again? In...

Not to be dramatic or anything but tomorrow is Christmas Eve (at least for the majority of people in the country I live in and traditionally my family). Christmas used to be a huge thing for me. Granted, I'm in my twenties so my childhood is not as far away as it is for other people. And for most kids whose families celebrate Christmas, it's a huge thing. I believed in the mythical being that brings the presents in our culture for a long time. Source: tenor.com Growing up I had always been...

Okay, meant to do this earlier, forgot. But anyway, it's time I talk about the island a bit, as I've gotten numerous questions about it. But first, let me grace you with this amazing picture: This fluffy ball of absolute perfection is my dog, Cooper. I often call him Fuzzball. Here he is, in his first time encountering the ocean. I dont have pictures of it, but we were at a spot just off the causeway here. There are certain areas on the island that simply dont have waves at all most of...

That's hard! Without the aspie's cooperation, or if he's not interested in anything that the society there has, what to do?? When I asked him, he said to me, "Make one." Who's the one who need to MAKE that place of belonging for him? Is it me? How is that possible without his cooperation? The restricted interest of an aspie is so restricted, that even similar or neighbouring field of interest doesn't count. Also, it depends on where you live/work. In his country, the research fields are...

During my 'research' into autism, I was recently checking out #stimtoys on Instagram because that is exactly the platform on which serious research on autism should start. I was scrolling through the tag when I came across the account of a shop that seemed to be specialized in types of objects labeled as 'stim toys.' What I found was an entirely new world for me. Except, it was not really. For example, the shop featured sand animals which I used to love for their unique texture and the...

Too many words about why I self-diagnosed myself and why it took me so long to write about it.

Previously, since my Asperger husband sacrificed his research career to move to my developing country (where nobody here doing his particular field of research; but there are teams doing this in his developed country, he supposed to join the team, but he sacrificed it to move here.. so sad), he said he wanted to go back to work in his country. Previously. If he wants to, he should apply by this month. He was not happy with the state of that research field here, feels so empty and no...

I recently watched a YouTube video by The Aspie World titled ASPERGERS symptoms in children: 5 ways YOU spot Autism, in which one trait of some people with Asperger Syndrome is said to be walking on their tiptoes, especially in their childhood and teenage years. That video unearthed a part of my childhood I had completely forgotten about. I would walk around on my tiptoes a lot when I was a kid (up to when I was around 12 years old), albeit only without shoes on. I can distinctly remember...

Instead of letting things jumbling up into a tighter knot in my mind, let's just jot what are weighing my mind down. The problem of our marriage is a combined set of several problem sets. My husband's: Asperger Foreigner International marriage Moving to a foreign land Moving to wife's country (opposite of the usual norm, where wife follows the husband) Multi-language land: 3 languages needed 1 language (English; we're non-English) for securing job/conversation, 1 other language for daily...

As the whole world starts to disappear from around me and becomes less than reality at the same time as the things around me become seemingly more important and they start feeling as if I’m being watched as if I need to escape as if I need to hide as if the only true escape is to die. The intense reality starts closing in around me getting scarier and scarier, the need to escape getting more and more intense and harder to ignore. Where do I go, what do I do, I pull the closest blanket over...

Considering my birthday present was a sleepless, panicky night full of infinite snot and the total sensory overload that accompanied it. Accursed allergies. Or maybe a brief cold. I genuinely cant tell the difference... the end result is exactly the same. On the plus side, I discovered that it's possible for a nasal clog to abruptly delete itself in the space of a second. Thank you, mystery pill. Too bad I discovered this when sleep time was nearly over. Feh. Seriously though, took...

I am an adult with autism and I don't have really very much reading comprehension. I used to have someone who would sit with me and read the bible every day and then tell me what it meant. But that person left many months ago. I'm so sad and I'm so grieving for the bible and the Holy Spirit. I wish I still had a special friend to study with.