Autism is such a broad and new subject. It wears many faces, expressions, emotions, hindrances, and gifts. There are types not acknowledged formally and people who fall through the cracks. I know this, and yet still it baffles me.
Before I was diagnosed and was made aware of what shutdowns were, they always troubled me. I recall them happening many many times throughout my life, and it has taken me almost twenty years to come to fully understand them. I say fully
Looking back, my extreme self-absorption shielded me from a world of pain. I’m selfish. Because I struggle to connect with the outside world, my own interior
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Family also leaves an imprint that is difficult to erase. My mom is the second youngest of nine–seven siblings she speaks
My family has a thing for knives. It all started when my Aunt chased her sister down the street with a butcher’s knife, a natural reaction to newspaper theft. Her third grade teacher sent her home with a newspaper with a bizarre medical story she
Be me, an unknowingly-autistic man. Put yourself in my shoes.
I managed school. Literature and English language were a bit of an issue, though. I got to university, studying physics, a lovely yes or no subject. I found it terribly difficult to try to
Iris, a woman in her mid-thirties, was a successful quality and compliance manager who transitioned to working part-time from home so that she could be a stay-at-home mom when her son was born.