Hyperempathy is exhausting and beautiful
A few years ago, I was with my family watching the movie Cast Away for the first time. The main character’s happy ending was crashing down around him, and I was inconsolable.
The self-diagnosis debate
In my last column, I wrote about the relief I experienced after receiving my adult autism diagnosis from a psychologist.
Seeing the Spectrum
When my psychologist told me this past spring that she was diagnosing me with autism spectrum disorder, my immediate reaction was relief. I was desperate for a professional to confirm what months of self-reflection and research had pointed to, and it was confirmed.