And then sometimes, it hits me.

I can so relate to this. The ongoing “adventure” of living all over a spectrum.

The Misadventures of Mama Pineapple

For the most part, I am happy to think of myself not as disabled or disordered, but simply different.

And then sometimes, it hits me.

I see that much of what I have achieved and overcome throughout my life has been a direct result of being autistic, because it is such an intrinsic part of who I am.

I see the many strengths that come with being autistic. The many things I can celebrate about myself.

And then sometimes, it hits me.

I am happier now with who I am than at any other point in my entire life. Mostly right now, I move through my day serene, and with an ease I have never before experienced.

And then sometimes, it hits me.

Today, late for a meeting. My beautiful children clamouring for attention, delaying my exit from the house. No time to compose myself before entering into two…

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