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.
The quickest growing population in the United States has the lowest autism diagnosis rates, according to several studies, and the big question on everyone’s mind is: Why?