Hello!

Can you see me? My tendency is to assume that I am invisible. I am quiet too, so you really might not hear me. Writing helps me to break through that invisibility barrier and find my voice.

It has taken me forever to get this blog started. I have wanted to do this for a long time. Actually, I had a few other blogs before, but that was a long time ago and I was a different person back then. For now, this is a work in progress.

Why a blog?

  • I want to tell my story. Actually, I do want to write my autobiography. It is writing itself constantly in my head. If you could hear what is happening in my head, I would not be invisible at all. The book that is writing itself in my head doesn’t stop, and if I don’t start writing some of it down, I won’t remember it. In my head, I am not talking to myself. I am talking to you. Sometimes to a particular person. Always to someone that I wish could understand me, and where I am coming from, and how I see things, and most of all to know that I am really doing the best that I know how to do with what I have under the circumstances. We all are.
  • There are things that I have found, am finding, will yet find that help me to make sense of the world, make sense of myself, and to be able to do better. When we know better, we can do better. I want to share some of these tips and resources.

I wrote a first post already. An overview of my childhood. There are memories that I will probably go back and revisit, and a lot to tell about who I am and where I am now and how I got here. I would like support and feedback. I think that a lot of people will relate to my story and maybe want to tell their own. I hope that I don’t step on people’s toes too much. Although I grew up feeling invisible, which does imply emotional neglect at the least, this is not about blaming anybody for that. If you know me or my family, you might recognize the people in my life. Maybe you are a part of my story. I hope that we can all learn together.

You might not agree with me. Okay. Please be kind. I will try to listen and understand you and where you are coming from too, and I ask the same in return.

You might recognize yourself not specifically but in some of the patterns or mindsets that I will describe. If you do, remember what I just said up above. Be kind. That includes kindness towards yourself. We are all doing the best that we know how. We can only give what we have to give. We are all learning. When we know better, we can do better. Blame and judgement don’t help.

What is this blog about:

  • Telling my story
  • Mental Health
  • Autism
  • The search for community and belonging
  • Hopes for making the world a better place
  • Anything else that helps me to cover these ideas

Published by Wendy

It's complicated. I am a mental health professional specializing in developmental trauma and also interested in developmental disorders. I was diagnosed autistic at age 42. I am not from anywhere, but would like to be. Hasn't it been said that life begins at 50? I sure hope so, because I've waited a lifetime to start living my life. Who am I? That is a very long story.

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