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.
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.