In the fundamentals of what my life entails, not really much at all. But in my self-understanding, and recognizing autistic traits in myself and others, quite a lot.
Last fall, I had been working quite a lot of hours in a job that was stressful to me. I kept breaking out in rashes, getting more frequent migraines, and occasionally losing the ability to speak. Literally. At first, I thought it was just normal stress and being so busy. But then we figured out that it was autistic burnout. I managed to cut back my working hours, and recovered—most of the way—fairly quickly. After a couple of months, maybe. But I still haven’t fully recovered to the point where I feel like my true self. Though, if I’m being honest, I haven’t felt like 100% my true self in a long while. I’m working on recapturing that, but I’m still figuring it all out.
This update isn’t as long as previous ones (and I missed last year’s entirely, thanks to “OMG I’m going to die because COVID!”), but I wanted to get something up to celebrate this day.
Hi. I’m Jenny, and I’m autistic. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.