Autistic Thriving


“How can autistic and non-autistic people grow and thrive, not despite but because of the unique features of autism? And what can society learn from autistic persons?”

Lucy and I shall be at TEDx Pickering Street this Saturday 4 August 2018, talking about autism and neurodiversity. Come join us!


[Autistic Thriving – Dr. Dawn-Joy Leong]
There is a great deal of ‘awareness’ these days about Autism – mainly from non-autistic observations. However, where are the Actually Autistic voices in this cacophony of opinions and interpretations? What is it like to be autistic? Discover how Dawn learns to thrive within her autistic ecology, not despite but because of her autism.
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Respectful social communication 101: In this day and age of technological advancement, there are multiple ways to communicate. If a person (with or without disability) tells you their preferred mode of social communication, please respect it, that is, if you wish to communicate with the person. Insisting on your own way and disregarding that person’s repeated requests is nothing but utter contempt and disrespect. Simple.

Communication is a complex effort. However, respect can be a really simple thing.

Sadly, there are people who just cannot connect in a straight-forward way, with mutual regard, across respectful space. I’ve come across many such folk along my more than half a century of traversing the hazardous human social-scape.  Continue reading

love or fluff?

When someone declares with grandiose largesse they “love” you after having only just met you, do you believe them literally, does it make you feel good, or do you cringe? Do you ask yourself, “Is it love, or just fluff?”

Here are a few thoughts from my autistic perspective on a recent social situation where a person keeps declaring utmost “love” for me, but, try as I might (and I have tried hard for many months now) I have been unable to match her actions to her words. Continue reading



When one has touched an article of genuine worth and become steeped in its nuances, one is able to tell the difference between the ‘real thing’ and a replica.

True regard and respect is a magnificent package. I did not know how to identify the authentic item, because I had never seen it before. And the Aspie mind is a simple one, so easily convinced by platitudes, especially when issuing forth from the mouth of those I had trusted all my life. Though that trust was shattered when truth revealed itself.

I may be more than a tad slow in grasping certain complex (and often twisted) neurotypical relational subtleties, but when the Aspie mind meets a revelation, it is steadfast in its conviction. The photograph capturing that moment of dawning is embedded in the core of Being, its pigments will not fade. Now that I have tasted of the legitimate, I have no desire any more for the counterfeit. The latter belongs permanently in the mist of the past – banished forever, it must never be allowed to make a come back. Continue reading

I am growling!

I read this article in the morning, “Why Growling is Good.” It drew chuckles, because I’d just been musing on this a day or two ago, how there is much I have to learn from dogs, and in particular from my Princess Lucy.

So, I am growling. I am learning to growl. Continue reading


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It’s slowly becoming clear… all the pressure, stress, distress and self address… gradually melting, remolding, blending and transforming into a lucid, pellucid, solid glass-like form.

An intense mental struggle with the overwhelming figure of the Extreme Neurotypical, or the Extreme Social Brain, for those who dislike the term Neurotypical (though, to me it is an apt term, and no less or more offensive than the term Autistic or Disabled or anything else that is used for the purpose of description of a group of humans).

Constant, tiresome infringement of personal boundaries. Even after having explained myself many times over, ad nauseum. Continue reading

5 am

Miss Princess nudged and whimpered at me at 4.30am today, earlier than our usual 5am. Just as well, I was having a bad dream, not sure what it was, but I woke up in tears. Almost a year together now, and she is becoming more and more comfortable with me. Yes, former racing greyhounds have had such a horrible soul-less life, they do take time to trust, and that trust comes in stages. They also take time to learn how to be a furbaby, rather than just a mean lean running machine. She was gentle from the very start, that is just their nature, but coming to cuddle me when asked, nuzzling me and asking for interactive loving playtime (which is different from the “throw the teddy at me, please, mummy” kind of play) – these all took a long time, and she is only now beginning to initiate it. The one thing that adopters enjoy and revel in that those who buy a puppy do not get to experience – this special kind of transformation. (Of course there are other kinds of joys to be found in raising a puppy to adulthood too.) Continue reading

lamb and zucchini lunch

lamb and zucchini lunch

Lunch today was the first decent home cooked meal I’ve had in two weeks. Lamb and zucchini. Haven’t had zucchini in ages, always too expensive. There was a good offer at Harris Farm today. Yay! Yum. Pleasure. No guilt in this pleasure. Just Pleasure. Despite the pervading sense of guilt. But that is a different matter from food. Though food does help cheer me up! Continue reading