All my life I felt as though I didn’t fit in, I felt like I was an alien sent from a distant planet to learn the ways of the inhabitants of Earth, but no one told me how I was supposed to do that or how I was meant to blend in.
I was 41 when I finally received a diagnosis of autism, It took me reaching autistic burnout and my ability to mask melting away, as well as accessing therapy for Social Anxiety before autism was even suggested. With a diagnosis came understanding and acceptance. Although my life is still very difficult and does not follow the norm, I am less self-critical, and I have cut myself some slack.
I love writing, writing has always been my release, my way of explaining things to others, and writing a blog gave me a platform to do that. I have restarted this website many times, deleted past posts, I want to get it right and I worry that I am not. I want to accurately explain what it has been like as a late diagnosed woman with added trauma (PTSD), there is no getting away from the fact that life has been hard, that’s not to say that it isn’t hard for everyone else, but I only have my experience to go by.
So, I hope you can bear with me while I get this site up and running, and I hope that you are able to gain something from it.
A Late Diagnosed Autistic Mum 