Greetings From The Blogger

It certainly has been sometime since I’ve updated this blog. 

I am currently working on a book (nonfiction piece). It’s a bit slower process than I had wished to give it credit for and mentally taxing at times but totally worth it.

Thank you for your ongoing support x

A PCOS Story

PCOS, or polycystic ovarian syndrome, is a hormonal Disorder (Read More HERE.)

It’s very underplayed and possibly under diagnosed. Many women complain of trouble with fertility. This condition is infamous for such problems.

My tale begins around puberty. Actually before. The hirsutism I can blame on ethnic background and it was complicated by puberty. Women don’t come in perfect packages. Hormonal disorders further cement the idea. It’s frightening, embarrassing and all consuming.

It’s easier to keep a longer hairstyle so people have a harder time of gaging the imperfections all over your face.  Electrolysis is your best bet for that awful coarse hair. Perhaps a five blade razor.

If the phsyical manifestations aren’t enough, the internal world is pure chaos. Insulin resistance, hypothyroidism, dysmenorrhea are just a few of the underlying causes or symptoms of this condition.
The topper for most women is infertility.

PCOS is an epidemic. Maybe a woman may not want to become pregnant but just peace of mind.

Well, I am stepping up to the plate to let you know, yes YOU, that it isn’t in your head. It’s a real issue. If you feel that this story has explained a thing or two, please discuss your symptoms with your doctor. By all means, take a blood test. A Saliva test is even better.

Peace be with you.

Update: Susan (Patterson) Smith

*cue “Unsolved Mysteries theme”*
This is believed to be my great great grandmother. Her father, David, must have served as an inspiration in naming her son. Geographically and name-wise, this little piece of information from the Canadian census seems to answer some of the questions. I am still here to serve as an outreach to family whether they are actively searching or otherwise. Thank you for coming along on the journey. Be all means, it has only begun.


Susan (Patterson) Smith

This entry is of a genealogical nature. It concerns my g g grandmother. Her name was Susan Patterson. From what I’ve gathered, she was born in Fort Erie Canada sometime in the 1870s. She married my g g grandfather, Henry George Smith, in 1895. Henry was born in London, England on December 1871.
I haven’t been able to gather much about Susan other than her death occurred on January 14, 1915 and that Patterson is a surname Scottish in origin.
When using one of the genetic tests on Gedmatch to further break down my heritage, it lists me as having Orcadian Ancestry.
If any one out there has information on the Patterson line, especially those that settled in Canada, feel free to drop a comment or contact me.

I have a twitter page as well: FaunaObscura

Thank you.

Autism & Love: What’s It Like?

Some important things about Autism: its a spectrum disorder (thus is affects each individual differently),  its Neurological (because of how the brain physically processes information) and it can be a benefit versus a deficit (like in the cases of Temple Grandin & Nikola Tesla).
  What’s it like in love? Independent Lens is going to air a special in 2016 concerning autistics and matters of the heart. That’s great and yet quite curious about the direction it may take.
  At the very genesis of this blog, I posted some homemade articles concerning my experiences on the spectrum. I’ve been with my partner, David, for two and a half years. We’re both on the spectrum. In fact, we are engaged to be married.

David is a naturalist with an encyclopedic knowledge of animals, countries and cultures. He has a bachelor’s in anthropology and is vaguely interested in pursuing higher education. Personality wise, he is quiet and random with a dry sense of humor.


  Some of my major interests seem to side step his. I am an Anglophile and  a crafter. David’s keen on English History as far as colonization. I am fascinated by England itself (from the dark ages to the Victorian age). Currently, I am training to be a Sterile Processing Technician.


Deep down, I still fantasize about publishing articles and books. My personality is a bit more forward yet introverted with a dry sense of humor.
  David and I met as a result of social networking. We knew a lady mutually. She’s a harmless creature.  David found me through her friends list. Love was so awkward for him. In his defense, as a man, it is. Much more so than a woman. He tried very hard, in a textbook sense, to lure women. His intentions were pure but his body language was a bit fuzzy.
I was a woman, considered quirky. Women of the spectrum don’t have the same stigma as the men on the spectrum. Some people think of us as crazy but its often a case of hypersensitivity. Being a woman worked in my favor because society seems kinder to females as far as sexuality. It’s “cute” to be regarded as a bit strange, knowledgeable and fastiduous. Men enjoy the mystery.
There exists, in men, an inherent awkwardness that is amplified in the spectrum oriented Male. It is akin to keeping rhythm in a dance. If one becomes consumed with the number of steps,  the dance is lost. For many, rituals and analyziation is the norm.
  David was diagnosed early – around 14. I wasn’t diagnosed until 21.
  We both agree that we could not have been with a neurotypical. There is so much to our “dance”, individually and together, that it couldn’t be explained to another half that processed things normally.
  Currently jogging my grey matter for examples. More to come. If you, the reader, has any questions, feel free to send them my way. This is about understanding and awareness.