As a private person, the idea of sharing my own story feels a bit like parading around naked in a puritanical church during the Victorian Era and the fact that Timothy Leary and Richard Alpert relied in large part on their own trips to write The Pyschedelic Experience offers me little consolation for my own circumstance. But sometimes, for the sake of an ideal, people need to set aside their hangups. When I wrote the first draft of Autism Translated I wasn’t planning on coming out of the closet but that is exactly what happened and it wasn’t graceful. I left my safe little private space kicking and screaming.
Read the full piece at: Confessions of a Closet Aspie: Women & Girls on the Autism Spectrum