neurodiversity – The Oracle of Z

Companion to Lady Autist OR the autistic urge to over-explain

A white woman with wavy brown hair wearing an off-white sweater and blue jeans stands in a garden

This post is, as stated, a companion to the post Lady Autist. I’d recommend reading them in tandem for context. It has been about a year since I posted anything to my blog. This is for many reasons: new job has been sapping all my creative energy, new job plus full life means not thatContinue reading “Companion to Lady Autist OR the autistic urge to over-explain”

Lady Autist

I am a lady autist, here to dance my neurodivergence for you, backwards and in heels. 5! 6! 5, 6, 7, 8! That’s a joke. I’m bad at dancing. See, the way performance works is you start off with a hook. Now that I have your attention, allow me to get a little pedantic. Words meanContinue reading “Lady Autist”

Mediations on “Process,” OR the ratchet of linear time and the clockwork universe

wooden desk with a large monitor in the foreground with a view out the window of a government building in the background

Recently, I started a new job with a vague and fancy title. I am a Process Architect, specifically a Business Process Architect. Now, as titles go, I understand how pompous and jargon-y it is. I have worked in IT and IT-adjacent fields for over 15 years, and I know that the words we use –Continue reading “Mediations on “Process,” OR the ratchet of linear time and the clockwork universe”

#ActuallyAutistic Part 1: Autism Awareness/Acceptance Month

So…it’s April and that is Autism Awareness month. Perhaps you are aware that autism exists? Success! But actually no, not success because there are a lot of things about being autistic that still suck and very few of them are autism itself, they are mostly trying to exist as autistic in a neurotypical world. ForContinue reading “#ActuallyAutistic Part 1: Autism Awareness/Acceptance Month”

Sonder

In high school, because of mine and my mother’s disgraced retreat from a repossessed mobile home to a rundown apartment complex resultant of her bankruptcy, I had a 45 minute commute to high school in my hand-me-down 1991 Buick Century, Bonnie. I traveled through an affluent suburb, down old state route 421 to my ruralContinue reading “Sonder”