
Reflections on My Van Mini-Series
I’m reflecting on what it has been like to take a camera along on my trip and record my thoughts and experiences along the way.

I’m reflecting on what it has been like to take a camera along on my trip and record my thoughts and experiences along the way.

I got up early to avoid a potential issue with where I was staying overnight, which reminded me of another time I had a similar issue, over a misunderstanding at a campground in Arkansas.

When I went in to the Denver Museum of Nature and Science, I saw the general admission price and freaked out and panicked. Here’s how I worked through whether or not to pay to go in.

I’m revisiting the Denver Museum of Nature and Science, where I had a major mental shift six years ago, that helped me let go of the need to complete everything.

I’m reflecting on how easy it is for high moral standards, high standards of justice, high standards of behavior, or high standards of achievement can be damaging.

I reflect on how the hard times in life, which are all-consuming when you are going through them, are also temporary.

I’m reflecting on how hard it has been for most of my life to change my mind, change plans, backtrack, and to not follow through with a plan, or with something I’ve said I will do.

Reflecting on how getting back in the van feels, and how places seem to have memory, and the memory feel that I have in the van is about peace.

This is a story that took place a few years before I figured out I’m Autistic. My supposed dream come true of working from home turned out to be a recipe for high anxiety.
How to approach the “I’m Autistic” conversation so it goes better, and coping when it doesn’t.

Healing communication wounds with new experiences is a gradual process.

For autistics, it makes sense why we tend to avoid social situations; the majority of our interactions can be uncomfortable. But we can’t lean into the discomfort until we stop shaming ourselves.