Tag: autism

Reframing autism and more

I know, you came here originally to learn about a connective tissue disorder called Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. I originally came here to write about a connective tissue disorder called Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome after experiencing a massive onset “cascade” or storm of symptoms that got me diagnosed finally at 45 in 2012. But like Alice down the rabbit hole encountering

The Chronic Constellation

Fasten your seatbelts and settle in with a snack again, you’re in for another long ride, smile. (I’ll try not to make it too bumpy!) Hopefully you’ve heard of “The Trifecta” by now – that is, the relatively common trio of issues we find comorbid in the Ehlers-Danlos community of any form of EDS (or the newly

Depression and EDS and MCAD

I really need to include anxiety in this post as well, as the two – depression and anxiety – seem to go very hand-in-hand for a large number of us. No surprise, this is true for the commonly comorbid autism spectrum as well, coincidentally. Maybe we’re finally onto some of the underlying organic causes of

Birds of a Feather

Birds of a feather flock together. And although we like to call ourselves medical “zebras”, for the purposes of this discussion I’m calling us birds to honor the age-old adage. Because we definitely flock and hang together whether we realize it or not, diagnosed or not from what I can see. I keep finding increasing

When Else to Suspect Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome

Author’s note March 16, 2017: Since the brand new updated criteria and nosology for all forms of the now plural Ehlers-Danlos Syndromes (13 of them) and the brand new category of Hypermobility Spectrum Disorders JUST came out 24 hours ago, please bear with me as I get my site updated to reflect this. Accordingly, please take

MCAD linked to Autism Spectrum April 2015

I’m late to the World Autism Awareness Day party which was yesterday, April 2, 2015 as I type this. (Though not late for Autism Awareness Month, which is April, by the way.) But… the good news is, while I failed to get a post out on time for the occasion, I was made privy to

Denial is not a river in Egypt

I’ve found myself saying this phrase a lot throughout my life. I first learned it in recovery circles – Adult Children of Alcoholics as a teenager, initially. Followed by Codependents Anonymous later. And more recently I’ve been saying it in regard to the medical world’s inability to see and diagnose Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome when it’s staring them