Published on 12, July, 2020
Over the past 6 months I have been reaping-my-way through the post-diagnosis autistic service-provision, after all of the searching and hunting for answer, I have been left with a reasonable-suspicion that my initial hypothesis is true. That the field of autism lacks awareness and provision, such that only becoming your owe saviour, is the only sure way of freedom.
But this cannot be done alone, especially in the case of the incompetent and illiterate, success can only be assured though amateur-means and interest-fuelled increment, such as I am. When practiced and exposed enough the autist themself becomes the artist. But alongside the different-aspect off autism, there is also the spared-functional-aspect the side that requires a mentor and peers, to help an autist consider the extremity-and-rigidity and provide proactivity in supporting impairments.
So that begs the question of: What is sanctuary to an autistic-person? Is it a number of things balanced, or is it the glue that binds these things, or it is peer and mentor review such as is observed in this forum? Is it the opportunity for safe-exposure to threats? It is protection and safety from threats and fear?
Also what resources can an autist consider reliable and effective? Because to me it is not to be found in the upper-echelons of professional practice, nor can it be found reliably in operational service-provision, to me it has only been found amongst this forum and within my own skill-and-interest..
My head is my sanctuary. The one place I can shut myself in and no one can get in, I can hide, be myself. It's the only true sanctuary I have.
H said:My head is my sanctuary.
That's a really interesting take on this as I feel that my head may be one of the least safe places for me to be.
There is so much food for thought in this question.
Flow! YES.
Hmm so sanctuary then is ‘flow’, the channeling of one’s positivity, and the continuity of the cycle of one’s stability.. Sanctuary is continuity..
NAS86592 said:I find it impossible to put past historic negativities to bed (there have been sooo many!)
I have difficulty with this too.
I feel that my head may be one of the least safe places for me to be.
It is a grand struggle to nurture enough strength of spirit to dispel stressful imaginings complimented by stressful realities. I often fail, allowing my thoughts to sadden me. I wish they were only immaginings. I find it impossible to put past historic negativities to bed (there have been sooo many!). Keeping busy seems to be my sanctuary from my negative thoughts. If I ever became disabled, I would rather end my life than to be stuck in my memories.
H said:There are darker areas of my mind, I cannot allow myself to enter those. I think of my mind like a corridor full of doors, each one is a designated part of me. My sanctuary is the room where nothing bad can enter. Only I can get in there. Nothing else
There are darker areas of my mind, I cannot allow myself to enter those. I think of my mind like a corridor full of doors, each one is a designated part of me.
My sanctuary is the room where nothing bad can enter. Only I can get in there. Nothing else
That is a fantastic description.
I wasn't sure whether to answer it this way but it's how I interpreted it.
My sanctuary is the room where nothing bad can enter. Only I can get in there. Nothing else.