Life with a Label – The Diary of an Autistic Girl
From Diagnosis Onwards…
FOMO (that is Fear of Missing Out to the uninitiated) became a “thing” a couple of years ago. “Do you suffer from FOMO?” Screamed a raft of magazine articles. “No,” I would reply, bewildered. “I don’t “ But perhaps I have a slightly more complicated attitude to socialising than the above suggests. Casting my mind …
A couple of years ago, when people still met face to face and large groups were not associated with the passage of disease, I went to my friend Catya’s birthday party. One of the other guests was a more recent friend of hers, Max. Max was an actor. Not a famous one: the sort of …