It seems appropriate, on this World Mental Health Day, to admit that I'm struggling.
It took an internal war before I realised that these pills may be something that I would need for the rest of my life - and that that was okay.
I wish I could tell him how he took an angry, lonely, confused little queer autistic girl, and gave her the tools she needed to survive.
Do you ever feel like someone has dropped a box of bees in your brain?
Autistic people should not have their inalienable right to diagnosis and support denied because their autism doesn't present itself in a way that fits into the correct boxes.