HeyJaredMeticulously Organised Chaos
Trying to make sense of a late autism diagnosis as a woman; one post at a time.
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Day-tripping in A&E (opens the original)
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Until recently, when I pictured purgatory, it was with flames licking at my feet as I stared into the abyss, trying to avoid eye contact with the devil. I’m steering clear of bad boys these days. Turns out that purgatory is actually the clinical term for Sertraline onboarding. It began with the kettle becoming my nemesis. Usually the domestic talisman of energy and comfort, it became the yardstick against which I measured quite how sick I was feeling on a given day. How long it had even taken to
One MONTH sober! (opens the original)
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After a few sobriety false starts earlier this year, I think I was reticent to write anything until I returned to steadier ground this time around. Instead of chancing becoming the Boy Who Cried Wolf (Woman Who Cried for Vodka?), I decided to hunker down in Sobrietyville until it started feeling a little more like home again. It didn’t harm that I’ve spent the majority of the last month horizontal with Sertraline side effects, but we’ll get onto that. For arguably the first time in my life, I’ve
My last (hungover) post (opens the original)
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Last night, I found myself sitting on the last train home, seven or eight drinks deep, doing the unforgivable: feverishly bargaining with Google Gemini about whether I should end my current, arguably abusive relationship. Let it be said that I’m blaming the alcohol. I hate AI. Where do I start with this connection?He’s always there for me. I feel like my best self around him. It’s a love story that I haven’t quite been able to fully extricate myself from, despite it spanning over eighteen years.
An autistic woman goes on a date (opens the original)
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A few weeks back, I went on a date with a 25-year-old who lives in my new building. As all good romances do, it began with him sliding into my inbox after spotting my picture in our communal WhatsApp chat. He welcomed me to the area and offered to help with anything I might need. I forgot to reply to him for about a fortnight. Subscribe nowOur first conversational dalliance ended with me being turned off by the clear generational divide in our use of emojis. He asked me to explain what the moon
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