For some of us with autism, pursuing a friendship beyond the surface superficialities imposed by polite society is fraught with difficulty and self-doubt.
It took 25 years, 5 psychiatrists, 4 diagnoses and a string of shortsighted doctors before someone realised the issue was autism – and that someone was Me.
Getting a diagnosis is like finding out you’re adopted – it’s not that you’re odd and don’t fit in, you’re just part of a different family.
If people realised how hard autistics have to work to connect, they’d understand… empathy is a two-way street.
Recently, the mere anticipation of writing has resulted in instant mental paralysis, until this morning when I spilt an entire cup of coffee - the second in a fortnight. To put it succinctly, I lost my shit.
With a lump in my throat I described my beautiful, clever, mischievous daughter and discussed all the ways we could help make her future the antithesis of my past.
I don’t need to take on the responsibility for changing other people’s misconceptions. Learning to be honest and authentic - standing in my own truth – is more important right now.
We had the luxury of a three-day weekend thanks to last Friday's PA day, and right from the start it was an outpouring of creative energy...
I’ve mentally written and re-written the start of this post a thousand times over but when it came to putting it on the page I always lost my nerve. It never sounded right...
We go months in our family without seeing a doctor, then suddenly here we are, test-driving not one but two distinct areas of the Canadian healthcare system...