It is understandable
that those meeting with
the president
should be tested for the virus
after all, the president is
an important person
to many people
but you who are told
that you must learn
to live with the virus
please remember
you are an important person
to many people too.
I'm curious to know what types of rituals keep other
#ActuallyAutistics on some sort of daily rhythm. My big one for the past year has been streaming radio shows. I wake up to WFMU's Wake and Bake, which drives me to get through work. On Sunday afternoons when I need to get back energy, I put on Hipbilly Jamboree on WXNA. Extra bonus, it gets me out of the "same old playlist" funk!
Bad movies can be soul-cleansing sometimes. Thanks, "Fateful Findings"!
There needs to be a cookbook for disabled folks that considers spoon levels and lack of cash for expensive groceries.
Less discussed autistic experience: Micro special interests. I hadn't really cared about The Weather Channel until the algorithm suggested TWS archives after my binge of vintage channel sign-offs. Now, while insomnia won't let me sleep, I'm nerding out on March 1993 Storm of the Century footage.
#ActuallyAutistic #SpecialInterestsMy weekend inner battle- How to do everything that needs to be done ie cleaning/meal prep etc, while wanting to leave time and spoons for creative pursuits. Vacuuming left me with a subluxed hip again, I'm trying to pace myself to avoid burnout and flares of neck instability, and I'm still stressing about possibly missing important work stuff this week. Then my hobbies take a backseat out of necessity. Still, got some sewing done, so partial win!
Having a comfort watch of the 1985 "Anne of Green Gables." It's a shame that it's so hard to stream outside of the official Anne website, because jeez, it is good medicine. Those books kept me company better than any real-life people could.
When assessing the likelihood
that a potential activity
might result in infection
I used to ask myself
if what I was about to do
was worth the risk
but now when I contemplate
entering a shop or going to work
I ask myself
if I even have a choice.
When we enter the same aisle
the old man points at my mask
then points at his own
and with a laugh exclaims
“I thought I was the only one”
and while it is certainly
less lonely
to not be the only one here
still wearing a mask
there is a peculiar loneliness
to being one of two.
I'm thinking about regionalisms that were shamed out of me when I moved from PA to Illinois. The ones that really bothered people were dropping the "to be" from a sentence. "The car needs warshed." And, the punctual "whenever." As in, "Whenever I got my diploma, it was a long wait." If I could go back in time, I'd tell those jerks to kick rocks, I'll talk how I want to!
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