All Posts

Grief has a strange way of walking beside us. It doesn’t ask permission. It doesn’t care if you’re standing at the edge of something...

I’ve been in school my entire life. No gap year, no long break, just me and a never-ending rotation of semesters, classes, syllabi, and...

Birthdays are supposed to be fun, right? Cake, friends, celebration, attention. But for many autistic people, including me, they can feel...

“She’s just shy,” they said. “She’s a good girl, so quiet, so polite,” they said. “She doesn’t cause any trouble.” They said these things...