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
When you are autistic, you spend much of your life feeling very alone.
No one can understand why you are melting down because someone bought Old Dutch brand chips instead of Ruffles. People get impatient with you when you refuse
The drive from Wellington, Florida to Chicago takes nineteen hours for a family of average luck. Two days between the promise of a new adventure and the realization that I was seeing my house for the last time.