You wouldn’t be able to tell by looking at me how high my support needs are. You wouldn’t be able to tell by casually knowing me either, actually. That’s because I’ve spent my entire life relying on and developing what I call my “workarounds.” I’ve explained some of these “workarounds” to only a small number of people, each flabbergasted to learn how much conscious effort my day-to-day existence requires…

For the past several weeks, I’ve tried to write the story of how I went from a self-diagnosed person with autism to one formally diagnosed countless times. Truth be told, I keep running into various mental blocks but if you are reading this, hey we must have got there to some degree…

I want to preface by acknowledging that I am aware self diagnosis (of any kind) is frowned upon. I don’t disagree that it’s potentially dangerous and/or invalid in a lot of situations. That being said, I’m self diagnosing myself anyway…