thanks for that essay.
I'm sad for all the people who grew up earlier, and that today might get help and understanding instead of being pressured and excluded. For autistic parents who got overwhelmed, and for their children who suffered under them. I'm sad for all the people who still, today, feel "other" but can't find a name for the feeling or get misdiagnosed. We're so many that we might as well be called normal. We've always been there.
Actually Autistics (npub1pce…geep)