Seven and a half months ago, I attended a professional conference. The subject material appealed to a small-but-growing niche of forward-thinking visionaries, and the energy in the ballroom had been mounting gradually throughout the day. Finally, with glee, one of the presenters exclaimed, “I feel like I’ve found my tribe!”
Little did I know that less than seven weeks later, I would stumble upon a discovery that would lead to me toward a tribe of my own.
I had, up until that point, led a life of relative loneliness. When the evidence of my spot on the autism spectrum first began to grow, I felt even lonelier. Of course, I was also relieved and set free; I now had a valid reason behind all of my miscellaneous quirks, needs, and emotional responses.
No longer was I simply “different” or “quirky”; it was Real.
The invisible wall that had always cordoned…
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