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 things I definitely was not.
I was no one in any books or movies I
I have had a recurring dream since I was a young child. I dreamt it quite often between the ages of about 8 to 14, and I still think about it occasionally. It’s only recently however that
we are told the following things
“use your words.”
“just ignore it.”
The five months since I was “officially” diagnosed with autism have been a whirlwind of discovery, namely finding other autistic women like me, and finding out so much more about myself– the small parts of my internal life that until
Editor’s Note: Heather is non-autistic but a fierce advocate and fellow neurodivergent person.
Sophie and Her Bully
Before I begin, this blog may be very triggering for autistics who have been bullied at school. This is, however, an essential share
Thinks in poetry, lives in prose
Dreams in colors she cannot understand
The music of her words is lost
In the starts and stops of
Will they hear the song they asked for?
The rhythm of her movements