Perhaps I am a little early on this, after all, we still have around 6 weeks left of this year, but it felt right at this point to reflect on the year from my autistic viewpoint.
December 31st 2019, I had my usual gathering with my friends, but this time I didn’t make my usual speech about how the next year was going to be the year that my life took off, I had given up hope of a better future and resigned myself to the present, more so, my past. How wrong I was.
Within a month I had found a house, and by February 1st I was able to say that (after years of living back with my mother following my addiction and psychosis) I was living independently again. Over the following months my advocacy work would start to pick up momentum (thanks in no small part to…
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Autism Candles 