But, You Don’t Look Autistic…

The first time I came across an Autistic person who ‘looked’ like me, I broke down and sobbed. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced such relief, such disbelief, such grief, such awe, such affirmation, such hope, and such a sense of belonging all at the same time - before or since. It was like everything in my life suddenly made a kind of sense that no amount of effort, self-reflection, therapy, self-deprecation, or striving ever had, or could ever have afforded me.