Becca Lory Hector
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A chance autism diagnosis saved my life. I am dedicated to the autism community as an autism & neurodiversity consultant, speaker, author, focused on quality of life for Autistic Adults. This is where I put my most personal writing.
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Prioritizing Rest
Rest. We all need it and most of us feel like we never get enough of it, and we aren’t wrong. As members of a society that equates what we produce to what we are worth, we are always squishing in the rest that we so desperately need. Plus, we treat rest as a reward for our daily adulting, rather than prioritizing it, so that we can sustain adulting for longer periods and with more success.
By Becca Lory Hector4 years ago in Motivation
The Big Sigh
This is one of those days. I feel it the moment I open my eyes. I instantly loathe that I am awake. I fall into an old habit of calculating how many hours I will have to reasonably be out of my bed before I can crawl back into it without having to feign illness or apologize for not returning a text. Twelve? Maybe if I stay in bed a little longer I can make it eleven. As I close my eyes, hoping for a lessened sentence, the dogs start to rouse. I hear the shuffle of early morning stretches, yawns, and scratches that tell me I don’t have long. The cat paw on my face tells me I am already late. These sounds, these sensations, this is morning and I am not a morning person.
By Becca Lory Hector4 years ago in Psyche
Mouth Wide Open. Top Story - December 2021.
The book I brought with me that day was only 98 pages long. Long enough to pass the time sitting in the overly lit, bustling waiting room, but not so long and intricate that it required focused commitment while sitting in the uncomfortable pleather covered chairs. Perfect, I thought, for the longest, shortest, scariest, and loneliest 56 minutes of my life, waiting for news that would decide the future. And it was perfect, as just a few minutes after closing the back cover, they called me back to you. You were still groggy from anesthesia when the doctor arrived and said the words to us. In those extra moments it took you to process ‘pancreatic cancer’, I was alone with the knowledge that our time together had just gotten cut short, back when alone was something I had mistaken thought I had experienced in full.
By Becca Lory Hector4 years ago in Families
