A few days ago, I found myself reading a showbiz article about a celebrity who had recently been diagnosed as autistic. She isn’t hugely famous, and I wasn’t massively interested in the fact that she had been papped looking “trim” in yoga sweatpants. Nevertheless, out of loyalty to all things autie I ploughed through the …
Echo the Unfortunate Nymph
Autism is mine – my thing, my special filter on the world. It is who I am. But what annoys me most about being autistic? In spite of the overriding feeling of relief after my diagnosis, in spite of the positive things Autism brings to my life, and in spite of my genuine pride at …