Forty-plus years in a team-driven, deadline-critical profession, not knowing I was Autistic. Architecture was hell for me.
Tag: coping forgiveness relaxing
your ashes
Your ashes; my ballast in this bewildering world
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
progress!
I finally accomplished clearing off my work table today! It's taken six months, slowed by a lot of tumult, but I'm ready to paint. I gave up 12" of counter space in hopes of keeping Prissy off of my work... who am I kidding. Off course she leapt straight onto the table from on high. … Continue reading progress!
how I feel today
I don’t have the bandwidth, train wreck. By Leslee & Midjourney with help from Goya’s legacy.
spectrum mind, running in many directions
How I observe "Spectrumicity" in other folks.
out with it! being psychic and alien.
This post was first published on Sept 15, 2015, under the title "Things I haven't Shared Before Now," on the Spirit Train Chronicles site. I've edited it mildly. Previously, I had been reserving, for the STC site, posts that discussed my more unconventional traits and experiences.
ridiculous inspiration
the pandemic suits my craziness