It’s been a while since I’ve kept up with a blog. Tumblr doesn’t count – it’s just for reblogging cool pictures. I have to confess that I’m paying to use this platform, which I’ve never done before. But I figured knowing I’m paying for it will keep me accountable to it. So for $4 a month, I am sharing whatever asinine idea pops into my brain that I decide merits public attention. Most of it will be utterly and delightfully meaningless, I hope. Just me blubbering over all the neat cross-stitch patterns I want to work on or lists about whatever. But I suppose sometimes, I’ll conjure up the spoons to write something thoughtful.
Much of the thoughtful stuff will probably focus on autistic self-advocacy, mental health, anarchism, cats, and the general musings of a social justice mage.
I came up with the name “Writing Louder” after a five-minute ponder. It represents the fact that I generally have a soft and quiet voice and people are always asking me to speak up, and my fiery writing could surprise some people. I write much louder than I speak. When I speak, I prefer keeping things basic and to the point, so I’m much less likely to express all the thoughts and ideas floating around my branium than when I write/type it out. Lately, I don’t really bother speaking out loud the “important” stuff. I don’t want my thoughts to be interrupted by frustration when whoever I’m talking to can’t follow my mumbling and asks me to repeat myself.
A little background information for those who don’t know me very well, though I don’t really have any intention of going viral. I am Katie, a 25-year-old autistic person. They/them best suits me, being agender, but I really couldn’t care less. I have a B.A. in Psychology, and I do data entry stuff for an agency that supports survivors of sexual assault. Additionally, I’m bipolar, have panic attacks (usually caused by catastrophizing normal bodily functions, relating to a bit of underlying existential terror) and social anxiety.
I like things being quiet and perhaps a bit boring. Boring is comfortable. But sometimes it’s worth it to step past the agoraphobia and subject myself to horrifyingly wonderful experiences that make me feel a little disembodied but in a refreshing way. For instance, I hope to pursue my post-grad studies in Mexico. Perhaps it’s unlikely, but whatever – I’m gonna go through the motions of getting myself there. Including finally becoming fluent in Spanish. #goals
Most importantly, I have three kitties and I am Truly the owner the the World’s Most Beautiful Cats. But of course, #ACAB. I met Stormy first, and then she adopted herself into my apartment and had some kittens in my closet that night. Two of those I kept, and they are Midnite and Pikachu. They had one other litter mate who I named Spice, but I adopted her out before realizing I wanted to keep the family together. But hopefully she has a good new home with a good new name. I have no idea how old Stormy is, but the kitties are about five and a half years old. Still kitties, always will be kitties. I’d post pics, but those will inevitably come in the future.
Last thing to perhaps mention: I’m an anarchist. I believe in liberation of all from capitalist and state tyranny, white supremacist patriarchy, and domination of all forms in all our relationships. Also, #ACAB. Again, this will probably come up later.
I look forward to the info-dumping I will now subject you to.