Underneath my yellow skin

Tag Archives: autism

When the mask cracks and/or slips

In my attempt to write about how I’ve struggled to be normal all my life, I got massively derailed into delving into my family dysfunction. It’s related, but not what I really wanted to talk about. I ended the last post by noting that old people sometimes cite their age as an excuse for retro… Continue Reading

Gender identity, autism, and barbecue

I don’t watch much TV. The only kinds of shows I really like are what I call gentle competition. Meaning, competitive shows in which the contestants are supportive of each other, rather than “I’m not here to make friends!!!” So, No Cutthroat Kitchen, in other words. I like shows such as Blown Away, Sugar Rush,… Continue Reading

Unmasking and taking off the bra

I don’t wear a bra. Ever. I think I might have autism. Bear with me because I think these two things are related. Tenuously, maybe, but related, nonetheless. I also think I have OCD traits. This, too, is related. Let’s start with the bra thing. I hate clothing in general. It all feels so restrictive… Continue Reading