In the aftermath of that night I overdosed, I’ve been hiding away as I deal with the wreckage. It’s been a few months and I still have a tremor and heart issues. My heart literally aches and it races when I change position. I’m also not able to sleep on my right side as I hear and feel the pulse in my right ear pounding. All I want in this life is to feel comfortable in my body, and if I could take back what I did I would. Sometimes I wish it had of killed me. I have suffered enough. Continue reading “Post-OD update”
In the autistic community we congratulate people when they get their diagnosis. Autism is now seen as a neurodivergence, a difference in the way our brains work, rather than a pathology. But there are many times I wish I was not autistic. There are times when it really does feel like a curse, far from something to be celebrated. There are times when, if I could take it away, I would. It is no fun being this severely autistic in this world. Continue reading “Sleeping beauty: overdose”
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