Autistic and Living the Dream

Category: Poetry

  • Trans+ Creative Workshops: Reflections and Poems

    Trans+ Creative Workshops: Reflections and Poems

    I share my experiences of the National Lottery-Funded Trans-Generation-All creative workshops. Including poetry, artwork and what is happening next…

  • I Didn’t See You There: Poetry book review

    I Didn’t See You There: Poetry book review

    Usually, I start a book review with an introduction to the writer, however, this poetry collection is written under a pen name. Charlotte Gale decided to use a pseudonym so that she could write without restriction and protect her family. I Didn’t See You There is a poetry collection narrating Gale’s experience as an unrealised…

  • Ode to a lost hat

    Ode to a lost hat

    My Dearest, where are you?  I have searched many hours for your warm splendor, There were two days I forgot you existed,  But now in my hour of need I must have you. You are mine, yet you are gone,  So far – or close – to me, I cannot tell, You have gone and…

  • Not all of me

    Not all of me

    You do not know me, not really, you hold my health, my life, in your hands, yet you do not see me, not all of me. I am they, to you I am: woman, lady, female, my being is more expansive than you could ever dream, a tick-box could not contain me, not all of…

  • Autistic Burnout: What is it, and why does it happen?

    Autistic Burnout: What is it, and why does it happen?

    Autistic burnout is a heightened state of stress, affecting energy, emotions, and sensory management. It’s often triggered by social and work-related factors, leading to emotional dysregulation, sensory overload, and brain fog. This can result in a sense of isolation, frustration, and an overwhelming feeling of responsibilities without the energy to address them.

  • Autistic parenthood: I hope I remember

    Autistic parenthood: I hope I remember

    When you’re older, I hope I remember… Your gorgeous 2-year-old smile. The way you scream when you run. You’re running off with my body butter. You’re banging on the door in the morning to start your day. You’re throwing the dolly out of your pushchair before you run around with it, crashing into walls. How…

  • Paranoia

    Paranoia

    Dark shadows follow me, leering, waiting for me to turn my back, Flashes across my eyes, there’s noone there, they’ve all gone. Only ghosts remain. They haunt me still, dead but never dying, in the corner of my eyes, in the corner of my bedroom, in my mind, they are everywhere. Seen and unseen. Invisibly…

  • Prisoner of the bodymind

    Prisoner of the bodymind

    Sharpened senses,mind wanders, skin crawls,Overwhelmed, understimulated,hyperactively stalled. Collapsed, burnt out, no sleep, joint pain,same food, medication, migraine again. Inertia, inhaler to breathe a bit,inactive, hysterical and still feel like shit. ‘lazy’, ‘crazy’, ‘stupid’, ‘mad’, just heat sensitive and seasonally sad. A jumble, a mess, a dumpster on fire.Living my truth whilst called a liar. Sharpened senses, mind wanders, skin…

  • Under construction

    Under construction

    I haven’t written poetry since I was a teen, it used to help me when words came to me in less conventional ways. I’m excited to start with that side of writing again.