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
So, I'm Autistic
“I don’t think I am made for this world. I don’t fit. I’m not the right flavour of person.”
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.
Girls Look Outward, Boys Look Inward
We were girls with loud voices, notoriously resented by the staff of our school for being outspoken and difficult to tame, as a year group. We were creative, wild and a bundle of loose canons set to explode into adulthood. Yet, these same girls, myself included, were unsure of ourselves, anxious and self-conscious in the extreme.
Having Notions and Bravery Posting Content Online
Yet, somewhere not-so-deep down, I have had a shame about the content I produce, the words I write. I let others decide what my words are worth in my mind and deny them the ability to declare them useless by not sharing what I work on, what I value most. After all, if the critics can't find your work, then you're safe, right? All in all, it's a tremendously stupid system.

