AutismAcceptance
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Storm. Shelter. Morning. Guarded by Otto

The wind is roaring through the dark,and rain beats on the pane;yet here my bed is warm and still,a refuge from the rain.With Otto resting in my hand,I breathe in soft and slow;while storms go wandering where they will,I’m held in gentle glow.The shadows dance upon the wall,The world is tucked away;Young Otto guards the… Continue reading
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Mask. Shift. Breathe.

For years I masked who I was. In 2024, I got my autism diagnosis—and started unmasking. Here’s what that shift has meant for my mental health, identity, and everyday life. Continue reading
