It’s been tough for me as an Autistic Black woman living in Boston calling herself Uncommon Bostonian. I have been trying all summer to find a new place in the state of Massachusetts, but to quote U2 I still haven’t found what I’m looking for. It sucks to start the Fall still staying at a place that I wish I hadn’t moved into (It’s an okay place, but this is not the apartment of my dreams).
It’s tough to work at a place that don’t appreciate my greater talents. They criticize me about my lesser talents (I don’t give a shit about what I am not good about).
Being organized is a challenge for any autistic person whether they are a child or a grown up. I hate it that some parents of autistics refer to their offspring as “adult child,” even though he/she is older than 21 years old. It’s time for society to change the definition of what “grown up” is.
I plan to type more in this blog soon as I come up with a schedule of when it’s a good time to write in this blog and my other one (Uncommon Bostonian).
Expect changes to the blogs.
Enjoy the art I made recently.