founder
autistic advocate
wilful, curious child
with a penchant for wandering off
paradox to self and others
unconventional parent
portfolio career
the need for solitude
strong sense of justice
love of art, science and nature
late diagnosed autistic at 49
written three weeks after
my initial diagnosis
at a writing circle, aptly
from the prompt : beginnings
this is the beginning of stepping into my autistic life
returning to the little girl
who was moulded
to present as someone she was not
time slipped her by
as she learnt the dances of the masquerade
becoming so deft and light on her feet
that few got close enough to see
who lay behind the mask
and dancing in a ballroom void of mirrors
there was nothing to reflect to her
that she was wearing one
but i am her
i know the dances
i can catch her
i am her reflection
i can say
we can be ourself now
and all that was not meant for us
can fade away
