Seeing Norbert Neurotypical - with his banking job and his wife and his baby and his mortgage and his vegetable couscous lunch - just makes me feel like a fraud playing at being an adult .
I will not stand by and watch the bastardisation of a word that is part of my very definition.
Let 2018 be the year that Autistic anger burns bright . Let it be the year in which they can't pretend they can't hear us any more.
I'm still nervous about the global political climate, I'm still full of emotional turmoil, and I'm still going to be blogging about both of those things.
You are important to us because you are Leia Organa. But you are more important to me because you are Carrie Fisher.
I have a strange and wonderful and terrible and contentious relationship with this time of year.
I realised it was okay to work with what I have, rather than trying to work with what other people expected me to have.
Quiet carriages are absolutely a lifeline for disabled people like myself. Some days they are the only reason I have the emotional energy to succeed at work.
The definition of success seems to depend very much on the frame that you're looking at it through. And the frame of my 'success' is the neurotypical gaze.
My brain is juggling so many things, and if you throw something else at me without warning, the likelihood is that I'm going to miss it altogether or drop it before its first rotation is complete.