Blueberry Muffins - Part 1: The Softness Of A Sick Day

When I’m sick - not with something dreadful like Covid, but a simple common cold - a little softness can be inserted into the puzzle piece holes of my day to make me all better. I snuggle into bed and listen to a story on my Alexa, have a nice, warm drink of hot cocoa and cuddle my plushes Pink Teddy, Pingu, Simba and Georgina, and think about what I’m going to do once I’m better. However, as I’m autistic it’s no good masking. A way of healing is spending alone time when it all gets too loud and overstimulating.

Soft

The joys of softness can take you away from a life full of stress and fear, and transport you to a world where every little thing on Earth grinds to a standstill, and only cosiness is held in your arms. When I think of my bed, I think of it as a safe Heaven where all my worries fade away and ideas come to me when my head hits the pillow. Softness is a form that melts away all your troubles and worries and turns them into sweet chewy candy for you to snack on after breakfast next morning.

Sharp

Once, a glass of water broke in my hands and I very badly cut myself. The glass itself is like an enemy towards our skin, which weeps out not tears, but blood when hurt. This is equivalent to being bullied in real life - when someone hurts you, it’s through our tears that we find support in the ones we love. Talking through something with a trusted adult can heal everything we’ve been hurt by and turn it into a learning experience that stays with us forever for our whole lives, before the day we die. God bless you, blood.