As a survivor and autistic woman with alexithymia, I learned that facts can speak when feelings can’t. This is recordkeeping. This is clarity. This is for anyone who was silenced or told to forget.
Write always, write for yourself not others, you are an audience of one. Some things, as you say, we just have to sit with. And...thank you for what you do share.
You’re right, writing for yourself first is what keeps it honest. I’ve learned that when you treat yourself as the audience, the ones who need to hear it will find their way to it. Thank you for reading and sitting with it too. That means more than you know. 🩷
Wow what an amazing, profound article touching on so many threads but weaving them together seamlessly. Emotions hit me like tidal waves when I am alone, delayed.
The body is a strange being it delays so many things until it feels we are ready or sometimes just unleashes it mercilessly when it feels we have had enough. I dont know why but I can guess at times its just up to me yo process and be patience and let myself fall apart or trust I will have people that care to put me piece by piece together again.
Sometimes we lay there alone until we can come back together again and like humpty dumpty. Forever delayed in realisation. 🫂
Wow, I have no words right now to explain the hurt you just helped to lift off of me. I am black, I am a woman, and I am autistic…. You know how my world is. I’ve only recently learned how to use my voice, and what you shared only re-affirmed what I’ve been telling myself. Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you and keep going ♥️🫂 I’ll keep on writing myself, too.
Powerful, poignant words Lovette!! Your call to others to write and express what is known is a message to be heralded and is deeply appreciated. 🫶🏽
I cannot tell you how much this is needed.
Write always, write for yourself not others, you are an audience of one. Some things, as you say, we just have to sit with. And...thank you for what you do share.
You’re right, writing for yourself first is what keeps it honest. I’ve learned that when you treat yourself as the audience, the ones who need to hear it will find their way to it. Thank you for reading and sitting with it too. That means more than you know. 🩷
Thank you!🫂🖤🫂
Thank you for reading. The time was up to share this part at least 🙏🏾✨
Wow what an amazing, profound article touching on so many threads but weaving them together seamlessly. Emotions hit me like tidal waves when I am alone, delayed.
The body is a strange being it delays so many things until it feels we are ready or sometimes just unleashes it mercilessly when it feels we have had enough. I dont know why but I can guess at times its just up to me yo process and be patience and let myself fall apart or trust I will have people that care to put me piece by piece together again.
Sometimes we lay there alone until we can come back together again and like humpty dumpty. Forever delayed in realisation. 🫂
Wow, I have no words right now to explain the hurt you just helped to lift off of me. I am black, I am a woman, and I am autistic…. You know how my world is. I’ve only recently learned how to use my voice, and what you shared only re-affirmed what I’ve been telling myself. Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you and keep going ♥️🫂 I’ll keep on writing myself, too.
Because of you I write! And because of you someone else will write even when they cant speak 🗣️ I am intermittently non speaking this is all I have. 🩷