Between the old and the new, something deeply human takes place: the making and unmaking of meaning.

For years, we've been handed diagnostic fragments. Each label attempts to describe a set of traits, challenges, or neurological styles. Yet beneath the variation, there is a shared thread running through many of these lived experiences, one that rarely gets named directly: a nervous system that adapts quickly, deeply, and often at great cost.

And like ships designed for long, demanding journeys, galvanic individuals need regular maintenance, conscious design, and systems that help them stay afloat, without corroding in silence, sinking into hidden spaces, or wrecking against unattended shores.

The word felt loaded with assumptions I never agreed to: exceptionalism, elitism, overachievement, even ease. None of these described my inner world...

Queering was spoken like a ritual mispronounced, an invitation, not a memory of exile. It sounded smooth on tongues that had never bled for it. It was not fully understood that celebration belonged to those who had borne the bruise, not to those merely drawn to the glitter.

Love, the kind without ledger or leash, does not genuflect before the architecture of enough.

The human soul does not reorganize itself to meet billing cycles. Sometimes “what just is" resides in liminal spaces.

Here, I propose a conceptual framework using two metaphoric constructs: the monotropic autolog and the autotrophic monologue. These concepts draw from both emerging research in neurodivergent cognition and lived experiences of autistic individuals, offering language for phenomena often overlooked or mischaracterized in clinical settings.

And the silence held by the reflective parent who could not take space can be reinterpreted as absence. And in the absence of context, silence becomes an abandonment where the memories never made get already discarded.

What emerges from that work is not perfect harmony. It is rhythm—a negotiated, evolving balance between autonomy and connection.

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this is a call to reflection and compassion, aiming to foster healing for all

Recently, I posed the question: why are we called Bloomers? The responses were as varied as they were delightful

Each system in the body’s orchestra plays a critical role, and even when the conductor falters, balance and harmony can still be pursued.

This analogy of a vehicle, a path, an engine, and fuel offers a relatable way to understand Dąbrowski’s Theory of Positive Disintigration

If you’ve ever felt like you experience the world much “more” than others, you are not alone, you are needed.

I am nauseatingly sad. The weight of uncertainty feels like a constant, unwelcome presence.

Those who know me well enough know that my favorite word is AND. Yes... AND.

The Default Mode Network (DMN) functions like the mind’s backstage, where reflections, memories, and internal dialogues come to life

While intuition is a natural cognitive process, it doesn't always flow easily.