Forty-plus years in a team-driven, deadline-critical profession, not knowing I was Autistic. Architecture was hell for me.
my autism and a toxic career choice
Category: memoir
your ashes
Your ashes; my ballast in this bewildering world
autism and intuition
One characteristic that played a key role in my Autism diagnosis is my "vibrant inner life." And I find imagination and intuition to be closely related, if not conjoined at the birth of awareness.
the hazards of not knowing the mind
The impact of Mom's death - the sudden absence of a person who's always been in my life (and strongly influenced my actions) continues to upend my expectations.
the last thing i could bring you
The last thing I could bring you. Photo by Leslee Hare The last thing I could bring you wilted before you left. You smiled and I cried even though I still believed that you’d be coming home. Soon. I didn’t know flowers were not allowed inside the MICU. I’m glad I didn’t care and relieved … Continue reading the last thing i could bring you
how I feel today
I don’t have the bandwidth, train wreck. By Leslee & Midjourney with help from Goya’s legacy.
an autistic trip through the design minefield
image generated by MidJourney AI on behalf of Leslee Hare 18 oct 2022 As recently as 2020, I still believed and behaved as if all human beings would act with morality, compassion, and fairness. Maybe that's why I fell for cult-like groups so many times in my earlier years. Somehow my Autism seemed to put … Continue reading an autistic trip through the design minefield
he’s gone.
I've experienced mixed emotions since I left the NKT/IKBU (thus named then) in March 2008.
discovering autism
In 850 words or less, that's my life until I learned, at age 56, that I'm autistic.
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