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Defiantly Here

Six weeks or so ago, I packed my brain back into its box, closed down Un-Boxed Brain and left all social media.
I was done. I was finished. I was broken.
I thought that that was the end of blogging about being autistic for me.

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My heart shattered

[CN: Mass shootings; ableist and sanist slurs]
When I saw the first reports of the Orlando shooting, it was just as I was about to go to sleep, and I shut myself off from reading any of them with the words “Oh, it’s happened again.” I had to do that

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Cis people: We need to talk.

I’ve written a couple of things about gender, and both times, people have expressed interest in hearing more.
I have mixed feelings about that. On one hand, I’m quite happy to speak openly about my gender being outside of the socially constructed binary of man and woman…

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Good enough can be good enough

During the process, I discovered something that has often held me back. I don’t believe that good enough is good enough unless it’s perfect. This is something that prevents me from completing the things that I set out to do.
I can almost hear the voices of the adults of my childhood saying
“That’s not good enough.”