Let’s be real — being autistic and juggling anything is already a full-time job. But here I am, trying to balance three major things:
- 💕 My relationship with Myron (aka my fiancé, best friend, emotional support Superman nerd)
- 💼 My work as an Expert by Experience in the NHS
- ✍️ My writing life — novels, blog posts, Daisy’s chaos, and about 40 tabs of half-finished ideas
Some days I’m thriving. Other days I’m crying over reheated pasta while Daisy screams in my head. That’s just the vibe.
💕 The Relationship Bit
Myron is the calm to my chaos. He gets me — like really gets me — in a way that makes life less scary and a lot more sparkly.
We’re not perfect. I overthink everything. He sometimes forgets to reply to texts because he’s busy being Clark Kent. But we work because we support each other’s brains, dreams, and weirdness.
- He knows when I need space.
- I know when he needs to be dragged away from his superhero DVDs to eat.
- And we always make time for movie nights, even if we’ve both had long, people-y days.
💼 The EBE Work
I love my Expert by Experience work. I get to use my voice to help change the system from the inside. It’s meaningful. It’s empowering. It’s also… a lot.
- Meetings can be overwhelming.
- I script my thoughts ahead of time, then forget them in the moment.
- Afterwards, I crash — hard. But it’s worth it.
Being autistic in that world means I notice things others don’t. I ask the awkward questions. I push for real change — even when it’s uncomfortable.
✍️ The Writing Brain
This is my safe space. My stories. My blog. Daisy’s unhinged corner of the internet.
But executive dysfunction is real. Some days I can write 3,000 words. Other days I can’t even open Google Docs. I’ve learned to:
- Be kind to myself
- Use hyperfocus when it shows up
- Let chaos be part of the creative process
Also: if I don’t write Daisy, she starts narrating my life, and no one needs that.
🧠 The Balance (Or Lack of It)
Balance is a lie. What I have is more like… controlled chaos with snacks.
I plan things. I cancel things. I cry. I laugh. I stim to nostalgic bops. I get back up and try again.
What keeps me going? Love. Passion. And a deep belief that being neurospicy isn’t something to hide — it’s my power source.
💬 Final Thoughts
I’m not juggling life perfectly. But I’m doing it my way, with support, creativity, and a hell of a lot of heart.
Also… shoutout to Myron for loving me through the chaos. And shoutout to Daisy for never shutting up. Ever.
🌈 Daisy’s Corner
“I’m not saying I carry this whole operation, but without me, this blog would be beige and polite. Now go kiss your man, cancel a meeting, and write some chaos. You’re doing amazing, sweetie.”
Actually Asten 
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