Comfort, for me, comes in two forms. Lucy, and food.
High anxiety levels and depression are common features in autism, and I am not immune. Work has been slow, ever since I fell ill after the grueling trip to Hong Kong for the workshop, exhibition and conference, in November last year. It took me all of December to get over the bronchial-asthma, and drained me of all mental energy at the same time. I am still suffering the pain of TMJ swelling. Not pretty. I wonder often about the myriad comorbidities of autism, so many people I know with autism also suffer from crazy physical problems, many with autoimmune conditions, and some extremely debilitating. As if we don’t already have enough to deal with. Sometimes, I think, we are a pretty tough bunch, looking at how much we have to juggle on a constant, daily basis, just to survive intact.
While worrying madly over the lack of productivity, I decided I needed a sugar fix. So I made rice flour cupcakes. Not very successful, they turned out chewy and not fluffy at all. Will have to keep trying. At least they looked good!