Rochelle Johnson-Vestjens

What a day it was. So much to negotiate on the edge for most of it today. A wet walk to the train in the rain. A packed train full of noisy kids.

What a day it was. So much to negotiate on the edge for most of it today. A wet walk to the train in the rain. A packed train full of noisy kids.

The busy train ride into the city is something of a challenge. Lots of kids and multiple threads of conversation firing into my head. Feel like the head will explode. Sensory overload. Just

Now it’s a packed tram squashed in against the window willing not to be touched. Why why why. Why can’t elbows be kept to themselves. Why does it not seem to

Musings of a Misfit: Asperger’s, Frustration, and Depression; Feeling Lost in a World I Don’t Belong In. This is an exceptional blog post. I resonated with it so deeply I had