There was a moment right when I first realized that I was autistic. Like a bright, shining bulb. And once that bulb was lit, it lit up a maze I didn’t even know I was in. A maze of emotions and discovering meaning within myself that I continue to navigate today. However, my internal discovery…
I want something to be done. I look around, and I see my neurodivergent family being affected with me that this book was allowed to be conceived.
I’ve been silent because I don’t like myself. I crave the self-acceptance I had when I started this venture, and although feelings are a choice, I haven’t been able to jump out of this spinning wheel of madness.
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