Funkonovo/Allison's autism Blog

After a 2 decade hiatus, I finally did something I'd been wanting to do since my maiden voyage at age 18. I got inked- again! This is a repeat victory for someone who used to agonize over blood tests. I had to get a lot of them when I was 17, as I was on medication that required periodic blood tests, particularly for Lithobid, which I am no longer on. I was also hospitalized over 20 times (I stopped counting after 20), and blood draws are a part of the experience. I had wanted a tattoo since I was 12. I used to get the stick on ones from Claire's. I saw a little butterfly on the sheet of stick ons, and I knew once I was of age (18 was legal for tattoos back in 1997) I would be getting a tattoo. Being stuck like a pig definitely helped me prepare! My dad would've been against it, but he had passed in 1994 (23 years ago today). My mom was cool with it-I got the second child privilege. By contrast my older sister couldn't date or get her ears pierced until she was

Dear readers, I have decided that the content of this blog has been very weighty and dark as of late. I am going to change direction a bit and focus on my more humourous side. I hope you enjoy. Note: some light and possibly offensive language. One shoe, no body A lone black sneaker in a dimly lit parking garage Photo courtesy of my sister Have you ever been driving down the highway and seen a shoe? Usually a sneaker. Of COURSE you have! It always weirds the crap out of me. WHY JUST ONE SHOE?! Then CSI kicks in. Where is that other shoe? Was it left behind as a clue? Maybe by the MAFIA? The message seems to imply this: “We have your loved one. Bring the shoe to us or we will kill him!” Because it’s always a man’s shoe. You can see that while you are at a red light that takes five minutes to turn green. It’s a size 13 triple E shoe. It usually is worn out and dirty. “We have your husband who just ran the 5K. Bring us 1, 00

Triangle, rectangle and circle in primary colors on a black background The shape of things Are all I can grasp Only outlines Form, light and shadow Their depth a mystery to me Reaching out, Reaching in I get more than I bargin for 3D vortex Turmoil twising, spinning Taking me down I drown Above ground Laid flat Immersed in sheets and cover Self inflicted mental interrogation That lasts for days I am an enemy to progress I decide to break the circle And grasp no further Than the shape of things

Picture of a hula girl looking at her distorted reflection in the window. Distortion effect is the whole image, adding that it isn't just in her head. The goal of this blog is to share my autism experience with others, with and without autism. The goal is to educate the reader on what it is like to have an IQ above 70 and still have severe issues with sensory sensitivity and managing sensory overload. It isn't to inspire and uplift, though if you find yourself either that is OK by me. A lot of what I post speaks to the frustration I face with lack of any supportive service, community access and grave concern for my future. I have shared my faith and photos in earlier posts. I have lost desire for both, but that is part of major depression stemming from lack of purpose and grave concern for my future. I am trying not to give up on either. I know there is a better life waiting for me in eternity. My hope is to arrive there by God's timing, not mine. I hope to d

Concept: colors, lines, and squiggles with the word "Static" written in the middle I drew this using a simple doodle app. The wild squiggles and different colors represent the different sensory chaos coming from all around and bunching, clogging my filterless brain. I screenshotted this, so pardon the advertising.