
When I lived in Canberra, I’d go to Jus Cuts every school holidays for a hair cut. Often in a lunch break to Woden Plaza, while my schedule was quiet. It wasn’t a luxury, I just didn’t care much for fuss, so it was enough. Then I’d do my box colour, slightly plum or purple and be right for 3 months.
Going to the mall in my lunch break was one of the weird things I needed to do for my autistic coping, though I didn’t know it til I moved to Sydney and my manager told me I needed to have lunch with the other members of the therapy team and I baulked, realising that that 30-60 minutes of lunch was needed for me to reset so I could deal with people for the rest of the day.
This is why stable employment is important for the Autistic or ADHD adult. We need to know it’s okay to spend our lunch breaks regathering, or that Fridays are casual, we need to know we can keep that routine and have that time to decompress before performing our craft (for me Speech Pathology – I was good at it) for the world.
I had an OT colleague who went for a run around the oval next to the old school we worked in, self-regulating, so she could be the professional all the parents needed once we clocked back on.
I loved my misfit, public servant colleagues.
So I got my hair cut today, and my face waxed, as is needed when you’re a stepgramma. $100 or so down, but I feel better for it. It’s nice to look after yourself, even if it’s painful.
I think I’ll get my sister to repurple me this time, so she can do the bleach. I need to be there for her, given the NDIA being cunts and not even respecting her request for an appointment to be made before calling her to reject the extra support we wanted for my nephew.








