Christine Condo on how the experience of being autistic is like being locked out of a glass room that she can see inside but can never enter.
I had the privilege of attending the National Science Writers Conference this weekend, which was conveniently about a forty minute drive from where I live. The membership heavily tilts toward science journalists, but theoretically includes anyone in the science communication field, and I consider myself to be one of those anyones. The opening plenary was a debate […]
At some point, this will end. Nothing lasts forever. It will stop. It will. Yesterday, I sat through an hour and a half of torture. And I knew I had to write about it, even though there seemed no way to describe it that didn’t make me sound hysterical or crazy. So this is my […]