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The Autism Spectrum According to Autistic People

Autism neurodiversity

Relationships

Father holding his 1-year-old baby right next to his face looking content.

Father, Interrupted…

A man takes stock of what it means to be an autistic father and reflects that his own father, too, might have been on the spectrum.

A woman of color stands resolute against a wall, her face proud, her eyes closed. Her shirt reads, "Fragile. Who?"

Why I Choose Autistic Pride

Growing up, I was acutely aware that I did not belong. The proverbial elephant in the room, my identity was carved out of all the

The Detriment of the Doubt

“I hope I can read this tomorrow without getting upset,” a friend of mine recently wrote in a chat. Inside my brain, I felt the

Father holding his 1-year-old baby right next to his face looking content.

Father, Interrupted…

A man takes stock of what it means to be an autistic father and reflects that his own father, too, might have been on the spectrum.

A woman of color stands resolute against a wall, her face proud, her eyes closed. Her shirt reads, "Fragile. Who?"

Why I Choose Autistic Pride

Growing up, I was acutely aware that I did not belong. The proverbial elephant in the room, my identity was carved out of all the

The Detriment of the Doubt

“I hope I can read this tomorrow without getting upset,” a friend of mine recently wrote in a chat. Inside my brain, I felt the

Father holding his 1-year-old baby right next to his face looking content.

Father, Interrupted…

A man takes stock of what it means to be an autistic father and reflects that his own father, too, might have been on the spectrum.

A woman of color stands resolute against a wall, her face proud, her eyes closed. Her shirt reads, "Fragile. Who?"

Why I Choose Autistic Pride

Growing up, I was acutely aware that I did not belong. The proverbial elephant in the room, my identity was carved out of all the

The Detriment of the Doubt

“I hope I can read this tomorrow without getting upset,” a friend of mine recently wrote in a chat. Inside my brain, I felt the