I am the friend who jeopardizes your ability to finish the hike before dark. A walk to the grocery store isn’t complete without my picking stuff up off the ground to examine it. Trips to the beach typically result in me filling as many pockets as I can with rocks or shells to examine for hours with a magnifying glass and field guide.
My favorite kind of learning often stems from surprise discoveries of noticing something that I’ve never really seen before. That gets me wondering how and why something is the way it is – and how it connects to our lives and how it impacts our world (and even beyond).
I write about what I observe in museums, culture, and myself on my blog.
We, the people, made museums; and we, the autistic people, are part of the “public” audiences museums aim to serve… Wherever your museum is, I assure you, part of your community is at risk.
In my advocacy and museum work, I often feel like I need to walk a fine line between masking my autistic traits or low-functioning days/weeks and communicating the reality of my experience as an autistic museum professional. In many interactions with colleagues at conferences and online, I’ve been met with confusion or disbelief when IContinue reading “Masking my Autistic Traits as a Museum Professional”
This week marks six months of (almost) daily journaling via the most recent iteration of my Morning Pages practice. Though Morning Pages/journals are traditionally private, I’m celebrating this week by breaking the rules and sharing today’s journal entry on my blog. JUL 15 2020 I’m sitting at the pool. Thinking maybe if I go inContinue reading “JUL 15 2020”
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