A Childhood Moment In primary school, during a handball session, I withdrew completely from the game. I stayed physically present but refused to engage. The teacher insisted that I’d join the game, but instead, my mind drifted into my inner world. Then the ball accidentally hit my leg, and my team received a foul. I… Read more: The Double-Lock: When “I Don’t Like It” Isn’t About Motivation

There were rules, and I had a pocket When I was in my early years of primary school, I had lunch with a nanny. She was very strict about finishing everything on our plates. Leaving food was not allowed. I hated meat. I wasn’t a fan of the taste, but I also couldn’t tolerate the texture.… Read more: The Pocket Strategy: When Food Becomes a Boundary

I can feel a nettle sting for a whole day, like a chemical burn.But I can ride home with blood running down my leg and not feel a thing. This is a contrast. I was so fascinated by my obsession and need for contrast that it eventually led me to discover that I am autistic,… Read more: When Pain Makes No Sense

Introduction Since I discovered my autism, I’ve been trying to understand how it works in detail. Along the way, I’ve fallen into what might well be a new special interest: neurodivergence itself. The more I read, the more I map, the more I notice fascinating technical topics that shape my daily life. This shift has… Read more: Pattern Anomaly Detection

It was a familiar ride. My legs were in rhythm, the wind was strong but manageable, and I was heading down a road I had taken at least a hundred times before. Cycling is usually when my body and brain settle into harmony. Then I saw it: a gate. No prior sign, no warning. The… Read more: The Gate That Spiked My Heart