We are expected to accept their apologies with grace and forgiveness, as if the damage can be swept away with the benevolence of our queer absolution.
Cooperation between autistic and neurotypical people is important. But we must be vigilant against the attitude that autistic people are obligated to educate.
A year ago, I had the privilege of joining three other autistic women to film a segment for a Channel 4 documentary.
Because we live in a culture that doesn't talk about death, I am innately curious. It's the ultimate unspoken thing -final, unchangeable, ridiculous - that my brain wants to unpack and understand.
In an age where cuts to support are justified by shifting the goalposts of 'need' , the Paralympics are held up as an example of what all disabled people 'could' achieve with a little bit of spunk and a can-do attitude.
As women, we are taught that we must shoulder the emotional burden of being okay. As autistic women, the burden of okayness becomes even heavier. We are always okay. Except when we aren't.
My mum is and always has been my safe place to fall. And as I get older, I'm becoming more and more aware that some day I won't have her there.
I feel like an imposter in my own neurotype. And, in a room full of people I know I belong with, I find myself thinking: but what if I don't?
He goes through so much and is still the happiest creature. It's like we were meant to find each other. We both struggle. And we know how to look after each other.
I'm 26 now, and I still smack myself in the legs when the world gets too much. Do you really want to take that risk?