Category: Autistic History

  • Art Therapy: Starting A New Series

    Art therapy is also occupational therapy or psychiatric occupational therapy. It’s proven to be a literal life-saver in my experience. When my brain is too tired to process language, as it is struggling right now, colors, texture, patterns and lines are a world I explore. It’s calming, creative and let’s me breathe. I’ve heard or…

  • We Are The Women In This Family

    We are the women in this family. We are nuturing hands, the guiding heart and the soul of our unity and integrity. We can bless each other for being the best mothers we know how to be and encourage each other to continue to grow. Support one another on that path. Release judgement from our…

  • Journaled Hope

    “Tiny lights of hope flutter, with busy wings in the night room, spark a yearn to flourish in the palm of my hand.” (First Words From The Soul Written In Years | From My Journal During Stay At Stanford: 9.21.13)   ************

  • When Does Humanity Stop? | By Eve Reiland – Oct. 2012

    An old man sat on the blue bus bench. His teeth looked gnawed to half their size on his lower jaw. When he spoke, which was often to anyone, he sputtered. His hands made large gestures that interfered with passerby’s personal space. They walked around him with a considerable swathe of avoidance. I judged his…

  • Response to Dylan Farrow's Open Letter

    Alert: Trigger Warning | A friend shared her experience of childhood abuse and this letter from Dylan Farrow. I commend her for speaking out loud (well, typing on Facebook, which is often louder) and blowing the wind of shame back on her perpetrator after many years of silence. I commend Dylan Farrow, as well. As…

  • Finding Meaning In Mental Illness

    It’s true, everyday is a struggle. Often, a silent and invisible one. The amount of self-talk, breathing exercises and mental imagery (soothing) to get through a grocery store trip, a doctor’s visit, coffee and talk with a friend is phenomenal. It’s taken me years to develop these budding skills. Four months ago, I wouldn’t have…