Understanding Autism: Beyond Myths and Misunderstandings Autism, or Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD), isn’t a single “type” of person or experience — it’s a broad spectrum of ways people think, feel, and interact with the world. I was officially diagnosed in April 2025, at age 35, but autism has always been part of who I am. Getting that diagnosis didn’t change me — it just gave me the words and understanding for what I’d always known inside. Unfortunately, a lot of myths still surround autism, and they can cause real harm. So, let’s break down some truths — with a bit of my own experience mixed in. 1. Autism is Neurological, Not a Disease Autism is part of a person’s brain wiring. It’s not something that can be “cured” — and it’s not something that needs to be. I’ve had people treat my autism like a problem to be fixed, but the truth is, the things that make me different also give me unique strengths — like my love for history, my focus when working on classic cars, ...

The Giddy Gremlin Strikes Again Posted on August 3, 2025 I have no idea what’s going on with me today—but I’m giddy as hell , and honestly? I’m not even mad about it. John walked into work, took one look at me, and said something like, “You’re in a mood today.” And I was like, “Yep. Giddy as hell. No clue why.” And that’s the truth. I can’t pin it on anything. No new toy. No sugar rush. No big news. Just… my brain decided it was a good day to throw a dance party in my nervous system. And I’m loving it. It’s like this fizzy, bubbly feeling that makes everything feel kind of sparkly. Like the world is one big inside joke and I’m the only one who gets the punchline. My grin won’t quit. I keep wanting to spin around or stim or say weird things just for the fun of it. And you know what? That’s joy . That’s autistic joy in full bloom, and I’m not about to question it. I’ve spent so much of my life managing sensory storm...

Okay, hear me out—maybe it’s just me, but I think cow meat has it out for me at this point. I said hold on… 😅 First, it was that flaming cow meat that tried to take me out (you remember the hot jerky saga, right?). And now, I go to Burger King and order a number one—regular Whopper meal. I even upsized it to a large with sweet tea, feelin’ fancy. I get home and... there are no fries in the bag. None. Nada. Just sadness. I haven’t even checked the sandwich yet to see if they got it right. I ordered it with no mayo, no tomato, and no pickles—because I have autistic sensory issues with all three. Let me be clear for the folks in the back: 🧠 It’s not about being picky. It’s about how my brain and body react to certain textures, smells, and tastes. Mayo feels like slime on my tongue. Tomato makes everything soggy. Pickles? Instant sour overdrive. If any of those are on my burger, I literally can’t eat it. And don’t say, “Just pick it off.” First of all: 👉 You can’t pick off mayo, you abs...