Autism is the reason acquaintances don’t invite me to events. And it’s the reason I don’t care. I have my own world.
Autism is the reason I notice every judgmental look on a person’s face when my son has ‘Happy Flappy’ hands. And it’s the reason I’m too practised at masking to show my rage. For now.
Autism is the reason I use the disabled toilet if the women’s has queues. My disability is invisible. But not if I’m forced to endure strip lights, chatter and dryers.
Autism is the reason I had so many non-starter relationships. But I braved online dating. I married my best friend.
Autism is the reason I find reading people difficult. But it means if I take the time to get to know you, I’ll know you better than you know yourself.
Autism is the reason I stand alone at the school gates at home time. But also how my son’s learned it’s ok to value your own boundaries.
Autism is the reason I live in comfortable clothes. It’s the reason I’ll never be a slave to trends.
Autism is the reason I find writing easier. But it’s how I’ve reached you today and I’m grateful for that.
As Hayley’s Twitter bio will tell you, she is an autistic woman, mother, writer, wife, carer, and so many other things.