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Why I’m Proud to be Autistic (Even When It’s Hard)
Let’s get one thing straight: being autistic isn’t something I “suffer from.” I’m not broken, damaged, or a burden. I’m autistic — and I’m proud of it. Not just the easy, quirky, “fun fact!” bits, but all of it. Even the messy stuff. But let’s not sugar-coat it either. Autism can be hard. And still.…
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What Our Life Looks Like Without Children (And why we’re actually fine with it, thanks)
There’s this assumption that a life without children is somehow… empty.Lonely. Incomplete. Selfish, even. But I’m here to tell you: our life — the life Myron and I are building — is none of those things. It’s ours. We’re not parents. We’re not planning to be. And no, it’s not a phase, or something we’ll…
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What My Brain Has Decided to Latch Onto (For Now)
One minute I’m chilling, the next I’ve listened to “Video Killed the Radio Star” twelve times in a row and I’m planning a themed blog post around it. Neurospicy life, baby. Welcome to the current state of my brain — a sparkly, chaotic timeline of hyperfixations that hit me out of nowhere and hold me…
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Welcome to Actually Asten!
Sighs The first post is always the hardest… Anyway! I’m Asten (she/her) and this is my little corner of the internet. One of them, anyway — I’ll explain more about that in a moment. I live in the UK, I’m in my thirties (how did that happen?), and I’m autistic. Diagnosed at age four, told…
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