Words Are Power
Words Are Power
I began this blog during my undergraduate degree in 2016. It was my safe space then, and it is my safe space now.
Visit My Substack: NeuroNarratives
My name is Jennifer Poyntz. I am thirty-one years old and I live in Ireland. I have ADHD and am autistic. I have a chronic illness that means I don’t produce enough cortisol. I’ve spent the last few years trying very hard to learn what I consider stressful as an AuDHD person, and how to keep myself level and alive. This, like all things, is made easier because of writing. I want to be a writer. A fiction writer. Or, I guess, I am because I do write. But I want to be an author. I also want to be an academic and to continue to build my career, which is in disability advocacy. I’m currently in the early stages of a PhD at Trinity College Dublin. I’m also presently feeling as though I might get lost in the early stages of my PhD because my health slows my progress each year. Still, I love it, and so I do it.
And what’s my research on, I hear the empty audience asking? Narratives. Specifically, the narratives of AuDHD women as they describe their experiences with advocating for themselves. And so, with this academic and entirely personal interest, Neuro Narratives was born. Here I shall lay bare what I do have authority to speak over – my narrative. My story. And who knows, maybe someday, people will listen.
Until next time.
J. Poyntz x
Strength Fatigue
Being constantly strong, putting on a brave face and 'pulling it together' is a gift to those around you, never to yourself. We aim to make those around us as comfortable as possible, to inconvenience them as little as possible with our pain.
Tales of Christmas Past
To me, my dreams and passions are real enough to warrant any level of upset and change. It took me until embarrassingly recently to realise that not everyone was willing to be so drastic.
"Can You just Not?"
Can you just not be you? Except the messages are mixed as opinions change like the weather. Liven up, quieten down. Speak up, don’t interject. Be confident, but never loud. Can you just be anything other than how you are?
For a Friend Who has Forgotten Their Magic
Yet here is what I can do; I can remind them that they are magic to every life they touch. This is a shout of love into the void of pain, reminding you, my beloved friend, that to feel alone is but an illusion. You will never stand alone, you always have me. I will be your fortitude, your crutch and your cheerleader whenever the need arises. I cannot solve your problems, but I will ensure that you do not face them alone.

