autismmasking
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There was a time when I breathed in colours like air. Art was not a hobby. It was a heartbeat.A language the world could not decipher, but my soul spoke fluently. And yet, the voices came. Sharp as chalk on slate. Teachers with their red pens and cold smiles.“This is not enough.” “This is not…
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At Island games in Orkney 2025! After years — maybe decades — of surviving life through masking and disconnection, I find myself learning how to feel again. Not in the abstract emotional sense, but physically, viscerally. My nervous system is no longer numbed. It’s awake now. Sometimes too awake. The other day, after an appointment,…
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Truthful, with my pen as guide! A full-hearted, soul-sent storm chaser, crashing through this world with poetry in my veins and vulnerability as my sword. I don’t come gently. I come with the trinity of myth. I come with longing. I come with the kind of truth that makes people look away, “who knows, they…
Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 