And this is how I feel… I was diagnosed as autistic at a very late age, 37 in 2019. Late considering what I’ve discovered I was in denial about back on June 8th..

… and how the delay cost me over two decades of the most vital and irreplaceable years of socioeconomic development. Permanent damage that has ruined my life. But more prevents me from reclaiming what is left and can still be lived.

Through riveting writing since June, I have chronicled what turned out to be a quest to advocate for new occupational accommodations and a desperate struggle to hold off the rigors of probable undiagnosed PTSD.

I would love to share the reading list with this most important writing: “Unmasking the Truth”. It also contains two informal theories I’ve come up with as a result of what I’ve learned about autistic daily life.

The truth…