It started with autism burnout.
I couldn’t go through the motions anymore. The life I built for myself was all under the guise of an autistic mask. My priorities changed tremendously once I dropped the autistic mask. Fulfilling my needs meant stimming throughout the day, reducing my obligations, and not working on Sundays. The neurodivergent mask no longer fit.
Neither did returning to the workplace and compromising everything that nourishes my soul.
I’m Izzy (also Jane), a single cat mom over 30.
You won’t find me blogging about peanuts or tree nuts because I’m allergic. Alcohol is another allergy (yeast), but I do be drinking that on occasion — so don’t hold it against me, even if I do look like I’m 15. (By occasion, I mean once every two or three years.)
I shred my own cheese because it tastes better, enhanced boxed cake so it tastes completely homemade, play stalk-and-seek with my kitten (Galaxy) and wear graphic tees two sizes two big with leggings that have pockets big enough to hold my phone.
XO, IZZY exists because I want to draw awareness to living life as a an autistic adult while helping neurodivergent individuals learn how to adult and increase their quality of life. Everyday activities, like grocery shopping, can form trauma as a direct result of unconscious ableism surrounding neurodiversity. Just because it’s the accepted norm doesn’t mean it needs to stay that way.
I used to think there was something wrong with me that I couldn’t just continue living my life going through the motions and shutting off my humanity like a TVD vampire. What is wrong with me that I can’t just suck it up and treat people like I’m a miserable meatloaf?
Or is it just the crab mentality, where everyone pulls down those trying to escape because if they can’t have it, neither can you?
My past feels like a box.
I grew up surrounded by technology and the internet, and getting my photo taken when I didn’t want to. People dressed me in clothes they liked and bought, and thought I should wear, and I did that for years. Infantilization is inescapable in a culture that survives off it.
It’s hard to grow into yourself when people are constantly watching you, stunting your growth with reminders of who you were and why they liked that old version of you better. I literally have a disorder caused by my childhood trauma — I don’t need anyone’s help with depersonalization.
I needed a fresh start — no holds barred, no expectations, no box.
Welcome to the new chapter in my life — new town, new apartment, new furniture, new blog.
Galaxy, along with her siblings, was found abandoned on a property in Ben Wheeler, TX, where people dump their unwanted animals. My grandmother knew I wanted a cat at my new apartment, so I got the smallest of the bunch. She is also my emotional support animal (ESA).
At first glance, Galaxy is a tortoiseshell cat. The white on her chin, chest and stomach rules calico. I call her my kitty spice latte, because I don’t care what her color classification is. I just know that this fur ball of serotonin is my world.
- Approx. birthday: October 2021
- Got You date: December 11, 2021
- Fave toy: felted yellow ball
- Fave food: Soulistic chicken + pumpkin canned food
- Actual food: Hill’s Pet I/D
- Fave treat: any puree
- Fave activity: going for walks outside
- Fave petting zone: stomach
- Sleep sound: cat purring
My blogging values
- I respect my audience. While I will explain adulting in simplified terms, I won’t baby you just because you’re neurodivergent or stuck with a baby face.
- I will be transparent about how I get to places (e.g. income), when content is sponsored, and my blogging strategy. I seek to level the playing field for people who, like me, struggle to balance neurotypical living standards with neurodiversity. We’re neurodivergent. Nothing about neurotypical living standards cater to us.
- If you have questions, ask. Ask anything you want. I will share most everything with you, because I want you to succeed. My toxic trait is wanting to equip you with all the tools you need to increase your quality of life — whatever that looks like for you.
- I pledge the ethical move, which means:
- I will put the person before the sale. I respect you and your privacy. I will help you make the best choice for your needs, not mine.
- I will communicate inclusively, truthfully and clearly. I won’t confuse you or hide information from you.
- I take responsibility for changing the marketplace. I will not engage in charm pricing, false scarcity and countdowns, or other manipulative tactics.
- I won’t shove my love for Jesus on you, but I will reference it. I believe Jesus is life. However, I don’t believe shoving religion or faith down anyone’s throat like I’m pilling a cat is love. Moreover, as I believe this is also important to mention: I am LGBTQ+. This is a safe space.