That’s a great question. And one I am still figuring out to this day.
I’m called a child-whisperer. I’m a mother of two. I’m a self-diagnosed Autistic woman. I’m a wife, daughter, sister, friend, aunty. I’m a Behaviour Analyst. I’m an artist. I’m a philosopher. I’m a logic-geek.
I’ve spent the past decade learning about myself, masking, social anxiety, sensory processing, and how autism affects women. The steepest learning curve, by far, though is becoming a parent. All that entails to raise healthy and happy children and all that means for me as an autistic mommy.
A friend found in the confusion of elementary school and kept close for life.
A mom of twins, self-diagnosed neurodivergent, compassionate, expressive, a friend for life.