My name is Hugh Willis. I am autistic.
Having an autism spectrum diagnosis and changing my life narrative has been a difficult journey of self-discovery. Acceptance of my neurodiversity allows me to view my personality traits of seeking knowledge, demonstrating an
It was the anniversary of Moby Dick‘s publication. 15 November 1851. The song was released on 15 November ’18. This has to mean something, but I don’t care what. There’s a clarity that transcends absolutes, and defining something too
Content warning: bad poetry
Fifteen years ago, I wrote a poem. This was fifteen years before I had a name for how I was different. But, I always knew.
For as long as I can remember, I have been considered odd. Not the sort of odd that makes me unlikable, but the type of odd that makes it difficult for me to be understood by or understand others. My values