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.
