I used to despair that I was always a little (or a lot) different no matter how hard I tried to fit in. Figuring out I’m autistic explained why, but created a complicated relationship with that feeling of being broken.
Some rules that made sense when you were five don’t make sense in other circumstances or later in life. Here are a few things I choose to leave behind.
There’s a topic I’ve been avoiding. It’s not easy or comfortable to talk about, but I’m increasingly convinced that it is necessary. Will you join me in this difficult, and deeply rewarding, conversation?
I have long maintained that behavior is a symptom. A recent revelation in my own life led to my own challenging behavior instantly vanishing, once I got to the root of the issue.
