Kat Whetstone
@katwhetstone
Hockey journalist. Founder of Hockey in Heels + co-founder of Sunshine and Hockey. Author-in-progress. Cat mom. #ActuallyAutistic. She/her. 🏳️🌈 💌: katwhetstone.writes@gmail.com
My cat is ableist. (For context, I’m reading Steve Silberman’s “NeuroTribes.” Crosby is trying to prevent me from doing so.)
Had this in my camera roll (inspired by the great @ericmgarcia.bsky.social). Go ahead and ask me for my top fives!
I never want to hear that “girl cats are mean” ever again. Skill issue. My baby girl “holds my hand” all the time, and it’s the cutest thing.
My two latest offseason reads: “When The Game Changes” by Evanka Osmak and “Outofshapeworthlessloser” by Gracie Gold. Both five stars, and definitely some of my favorite reads of 2026. I couldn’t put either book down.
This is how the baby (my kitten child, Crosby) woke me up this morning.
Chapter Eleven: “I didn’t understand why I felt the need to hide through alcohol, why I was drinking so much, why I couldn’t just quit, even when everything around me was telling me that I needed to. That’s the nature of addiction. And it’s impossible to stop.” Me, aged 21.
Chapter Eight: “The only place I felt understood was in my writing – from my short stories about fictionalized worlds as a child to the now, where I’d get a new story to cover and thoroughly invest myself in it.” Me, aged 19, days before my first hospitalization.
My girl cat, Crosby, is the sweetest. She wakes me up every morning by softly purring and cuddling. I adore her. It’s all misogyny.
Chapter Seven: “It was my first introduction to reporting, and I fell in love with it – down to the muddiness of people’s answers and the cough I developed from the archives.” Me, aged 19, doing a story for my first college’s student news broadcast.
Chapter Five: “I’ve never known how to love – or exist – half-heartedly.” Me, aged 16, during a family photo session.
Chapter Four: “Despite having purple braces and Stitch pajamas and clear naivety, I thought that my advanced reading level and deep thinking ability made me an equal adult. I wasn’t.” Me, aged 14, at a family photo session.
Chapter Three: “I copied so much of Keeley that the line between her and me was so blurred that I didn’t know where she began and I ended.” Me, aged 10, school picture day.
Chapter Two: “Books had weird girls with happy endings. Matilda Wormwood. Hermione Granger. Fancy Nancy. Ramona Quimby. It gave me hope that I could have a happy ending too, despite not being like everyone else.” Me, aged 7, after a dance recital.
Chapter One: “My whole life has been a balancing act at a circus, an onstage show that never ended. Living at an extreme, always terrified that I’m doing it wrong.” Aged 20, in my therapist’s office. This photo was not taken in that office, but a general photo of me at 20.
Prologue: “I know it’s time. Time to admit that something, deep down, is fundamentally wrong with me…. ‘This is it’, I think. ‘I have hit rock bottom.’” Aged 21, being taken by police from a Raleigh emergency room to a psychiatric hospital/detox facility/early stages of rehab.
Currently watching Series 3 of Taskmaster for the first time, and I can’t get over how much Dave Gorman looks like Jaccob Slavin from the Carolina Hurricanes.
I’ve had Crosby for a day and I’ve already become an annoying cat mom. Look at this adorable creature!
I think my cat (named Crosby) accidentally cursed Sidney Crosby. Sorry, Penguins fans, and sorry, Sid. (Look at how cute she is though.)
I don’t like talking about my personal life much on here, but I’m exactly one year sober today. Stopping drinking was one of the hardest decisions of my adult life. I’m eternally thankful for my new life and the people in it who make it better. ❤️
You can pre-order #ManicAutisticDreamGirl for your Kindles now, or wait until the April 22 release day to purchase a paperback or hardback edition.
Happy #WorldBookDay! Reading has been one of the most important interests in my life, especially since childhood. I am the writer I am today because I read. What are you currently reading? (My answer: “NeuroTribes” by Steve Silberman.)
Shoutout to @sarahspain.com for the idea — I also had to jump on the train, because this trend is awesome. Thinking of younger variations of myself, always, and giving her the kindness I wish I’d gotten at that time.
Me: “I’m burnt out. I need to take a break from writing to get myself re-adjusted.” Also me: (Longform personal essay on surviving the trade deadline when your favorite player is on the move. Coming soon to Hockey in Heels.)
I am once again reminding people that the spectrum is not a line from “less autistic” to “more autistic.” (Image credit: My literal autism diagnosis paperwork.)