His phone call to the charity was shared as a courageous exposé. I had to stop watching after three minutes because I was on the edge of a memory-scarred panic attack.
These characters were my very own line-up of autistic headcanons. And I identified more with them than I did with the very few characters who were written as ‘autistic’ from the beginning.
I have a major personal conundrum: I enjoy spending time with people I like, but I have a severely limited supply of social energy to do so.
It seems appropriate, on this World Mental Health Day, to admit that I’m struggling.