Rochelle Johnson-Vestjens

An Autistic Christmas. It was Christmas day lunch. There was no turkey, there was no glazed ham. no cranberry or apple sauce. The roast pork and chicken along with the crackling were all

I have to say from the outset, I am not sure where this post is going. There is such a mix of rawness, pain, joy, excitement, sadness, and a bunch of other feelings

The air around me is suddenly crisp and clear and real and natural. I can taste it anew. Taste it in a way I don’t think I ever have before. Every drop

I’ve been otherly occupied… I haven’t been writing much of late, my mind and heart have been otherwise occupied on personal development and relationships. I have managed to publish a bunch

It’s near on impossible to avoid hearing or reading the words High Functioning Autism/Autistic. Regardless of their validity or inadequacy…