

After five decades of struggles, trying to find my way in a world that didn't make sense to me, trying to shake the writing bug that gnawed ceaselessly at me despite my efforts to ignore it, things started to make more sense.
I received an autism diagnosis.
I realized that I am not broken. I am different.
The pieces featured here were written before my diagnosis (though they do reflect the incessant information gathering; the pattern-seeking, relentlessly curious mental life of an autistic person).
More content is coming-- as I join the voices of the "Lost Generation" of late-diagnosed autistics who finally understand their unique place in the world.
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