From 99 to hundreds of followers, finding your place on Medium is a process — My first Medium article, I Found Out I was Autistic Because of Cheese Curds, got little response initially. Then I published another article and a poem about Rita, the cat who knows people. I started gaining audience members after these two posts. Okay, it was Rita the Cat who got…

And I know I didn’t move that toy — My favorite toy was a four-story Victorian-style dollhouse fully equipped with people, furniture, and dinnerware. I’d spend hours recreating scenes from movies and books I’d consumed. Playmobil was my family’s alternative to LEGOs. The only time I played with LEGOs was, ironically, at my German grandmother’s house. She firmly believed…

Acceptance is more productive than hope — Parenting an Autistic Child through Post Divorce You are a selfish kid. My son, Logan*, is Autistic. He is obsessed with fairness and doesn’t understand that equality isn’t fair. He is learning, but fairness is such an abstract concept he needs help understanding what it means. Logan is a high-needs child. He is sensitive to how people…

A Poem from My Autistic Perspective —

A Haiku About Where I’ve Been —

A poem about surviving the trauma of abuse — I could exist in a place more quietly— if I weren’t so damned good at recognizing patterns. When he’s too nice, I know something is about to or has already occurred. When he’s too nice, I know to pay attention. When I allow myself to think too much about all one-thousand injustices…

We can get too caught up in a number’s meaning — I was out walking yesterday and gave no attention to my pace or how many miles I covered. I didn’t even check my watch when I was finished. It was quite liberating for me. I like counting things because doing so usually soothes me. When I was younger, I counted…

A Sonnet —

A Haiku —