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Which way is up?

[CN: Reference to drowning, depression]
I wrote this a few months ago. I didn’t share it then because I wasn’t in the right head space to do so. So, I’ve decided to share this post in the hopes that people who experience similar feelings of nothingness get to know that they’re not alone.

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Cha-Cha-Cha Changes

People who follow the Facebook page for this site will probably have noticed that I have mostly recuperated, and I thought I would take a moment before the end of the year to outline a few changes I have decided on regarding the future of Un-Boxed Brain.

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An Explanation. Maybe.

I hate it when I come across a blog and I read all the posts and then I discover that posting has just sort of stopped without any sort of explanation. This blog has become that. An abrupt stop with no explanation. So, I’m going to attempt to offer an explanation…

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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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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.”

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I don’t identify as…

This is something that is beginning to evoke an almost physical response in me: “People who identify as…”
I see it a lot in discussions about gender when people say “people who identify as a different gender to the one they were assigned at birth”. I have also seen it when people say “people who identify as autistic”.