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A few years after my diagnosis, I’m going to be honest: I actually thought I wouldn’t get diagnosed as autistic anymore.
Eliza Fricker (Missing The Mark) shares her insights into the world of parenting differently. Paid subscriptions will get works in progress and brand new works.
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A few years after my diagnosis, I’m going to be honest: I actually thought I wouldn’t get diagnosed as autistic anymore.

The Grey Area by Eliza Fricker

This is the quote that I kept close when everything fell to pieces.

This week has been a lot for many reasons, both in the news and things that will never be public.

There is an extreme state that I have only realised was part of my survival or coping mechanisms, and one I have had to use far too recently.

Perhaps checking our privilege means being curious about whose knowledge we trust, and asking what might happen if we made a little more room for lived experience?

Socks that felt like razor blades, causing me to stop walking in the street while we sat on brick walls and my mum brushed away every potential crumb or thread she could find.

I heard friends mention babysitters, those first tentative steps out without babies.

It is easy to feel nostalgic for summers past when trips outside feel few and far between.

Sometimes on my walk to the gym, along the grass verges, I think about being the sort of person who lives by routine.

The more she managed the more they praised her.

It is easy to feel nostalgic for summers past, however the reality is I remember my own childhood outings so vividly as they were few and far between.

We say things out of ear shot

I thought that sounded awful.