Original Fiction on ASD

Hi everyone, I am so sorry it has been so long since I posted, I am hoping beyond hope to get some drafts finished soon and up for you all (I know I am terrible at keeping a schedule) BUT today I have a treat for you, this is the first time I have finished some original fiction in a long time and I thought you might like to read it 🙂

It follows a character with ASD and talks about Assistance dogs for ASD. I am hoping to get the confidence to post it in its entirety soon but I want to get some thoughts before I let it go where my family can read it…

Anyway, I hope you will give it a go and let me know what you think.

Thank you all as always for being so considerate and understanding of my busy life (ish) and always being here to read. Hope to have more soon and looking forward to your thoughts, questions and comments, have an awesome day 🙂

A friend unlike any other (original fiction)


ASD and T1D

So this is a post I have been planning for a while now, about the life of a person – like myself – who has Autism Spectrum Disorder and Type One Diabetes. These two conditions do appear to be linked (some professionals would disagree) but there appears to be no scientific reason why the two are linked, yet in every group I have been to for those of us who are type one, there has always been at least one other person on the spectrum.

However, I’m not about to argue about the whole who, what, where, when of Autism and Diabetes, I am simply going to talk to you all a bit about my story as a diabetic and how it affected me.

I was diagnosed a month or so after my tenth birthday as a type one diabetic. I don’t remember the exact date, I’m not even 100% sure it happened in December. I do remember that I was drinking and going to the toilet a lot, to the extent that one night I got up to the toilet eighteen times and still managed to wet the bed. Up until that night, it had all been put down to stress as my Mum had only just come home from two months in hospital with Encephalitis (causing the brain to swell) and my family, mum included, considered this reaction to be due to the anxiety and change that I had been enduring.

I remember after that night my mum had phoned or seen the GP (this chunk in my mind is a little blurry) and I was taken straight from school to the local hospital, where, after blood and urine testing I was diagnosed type one. At this time my parents knew so little about the condition that they honestly thought all it meant was that I would no longer be able to eat sweet things and that is far from the truth of the matter. They didn’t know that from that day I would have to have a minimum of four injections a day and four finger pricks although in reality the checks on my blood sugar levels were often at least double the minimum amount.

There are likely some of you who are now thinking… wait, I thought diabetes was about being overweight and was caused by sugar? This is totally WRONG, type one diabetes has nothing to do with sugar or weight. Type one is caused by the pancreas (a little organ down next to your stomach) failing to produce any insulin. Insulin is what turns the sugar from our food into energy and without it, the level of sugar in our blood can become so high that it will – over time – be deadly. In type two diabetes, the type which is always talked about on the news and other media types is caused by the pancreas struggling due to poor diet and sometimes due to genetics.

When I was first diagnosed this was an issue that I struggled with, that people did not believe I was diabetic because they thought that only old fat people could get it. I was frequently told by elderly people that I had eaten too many sweeties as a child. As a kid with Autism, I found this very difficult. I didn’t understand that what these women were saying to me was false knowledge and it upset me, making me think that I had been a bad child in some way. I also experienced being called a drug addict and being told I was disgusting when my parents would have to give me injections, or later I was giving myself injections, in a public place. Most of the suffering I have experienced due to diabetes has come from the hands of other people.

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I was a very lucky kid in that my parents helped me to be strict with my diabetes, helped me to understand the dangers if I was not careful and did not keep in control of my illness. It was due to the guidance they gave me and the strict rule-following mindset I had as an Aspie girl, that only two years after I was diagnosed as type one I was one of the first six kids in my NHS region to be trialled on the relatively new Insulin Pump. This meant only one injection (the insertion of a cannula) every three days instead of four or five injections.

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Before I got the pump I wasn’t sure about it, in layman’s terms, there was going to be a plastic tube going into my body all the time and a machine attached to the end. I would have to wear it all the time and there would be no hiding it. This was not the reality of the situation. The Insulin pump gave me back freedom I had forgotten about, it meant I could eat at any time of the day not just specific and set mealtimes. It meant I could eat extra foods such as an ice cream or other treats without being given another injection.

And I suppose that is us almost up to date on the whole T1 story, the most recent part only changed in the past six months or so and it came about due to a less than great happening.

As I think I have mentioned before I have had an eating disorder for around five years now and due to this my HbA1c (basically my long-term blood sugar readings) was very high, much higher than it had been since my diagnosis ten years ago. Due to this my mum and my diabetic Nurse agreed to have a trial of the amazing Freestyle Libre.

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The Libre is a little cannula which goes into your arm and you scan this cannula (there must be more technology to it than that but I don’t know how it all works) with the little reader (smaller than a mobile phone) and it tells you not only your current blood sugar but shows it on a graph of the past 24 hours as well as giving a little arrow which indicates the direction that your blood sugar level is going in. It is amazing and the first life-changing piece of tech since the pump was made. I love this invention and it makes living with ASD and T1D much, much easier.

One of the hardest parts of having Type one and ASD is the issues with executive function. Of course, diabetes is now such a huge part of my life that it has become very normal and mundane and therefore I often forget to check my blood sugar levels. The brilliance of the reader is that instead of it taking five minutes to check my blood sugar I can carry on doing whatever I am doing and give my arm a little swipe with the reader and bingo – blood sugar done! It means I have far better control and for those that are also diabetic and face this battle, the Libre got my HbA1c from 87 to 52 in six months. It is incredibly expensive when it comes to self-funding but it has made a huge influence on my life and made Diabetes much easier yet again.

When it comes to living with ASD and T1 there have been a lot of battles, a lot of issues with learning how to recognise changes in my blood sugars (before its so low that I can’t see… oops) as well as having many, many, MANY meltdowns when having to get injections and finger pricks in the early days. I can vouch for many of us though who are ASD and T1, I can say that we can adapt, we can learn to live our lives in entirely different ways, we may struggle, but we can do it and we will.

Autism is a different way of living, after all, not a wrong way.

Thank you all for reading, I apologise hugely that things have once again got a bit sporadic with my posts but as it is exam week (gulp) and I have been very ill for the past two weeks I have been a bit all over the place. I hope you enjoy this post, any thoughts, comments or questions are as always more than welcome. Thank you all so much 🙂

Are you Gender-vague?

This is a blog on something I am very new to, something I only learned about while doing a bit of research on the more spectrum of Gender and how it is perceived amongst those of us with ASD.

I will admit I am coming at this Post from more of an area of ignorance, I do not personally know anybody who identifies as Transgender or Non-binary closely although I know a Trans woman and a genderfluid woman, both of which were in my class at school. My sister worked with a young person who experienced serious issues with their gender identity and who has since passed away.

I am, however, very willing to learn about gender expression, and, as a cisgender woman, I think it is important that those of us who are cisgender learn to support and accept those that are not as lucky as us in the views of the general public.

It was from my area of ignorance that I discovered quite a few women with ASD, either self or professionally diagnosed, identified as Gender Vague. This term also has other names, including being autigender and neuroqueer and it is a very specific definition and one which I have not heard of before and believe a lot of auties may be in the same position as I am. I feel that understanding this definition and talking about it may make life easier for people on the Spectrum, as well as their families and even doctors.

So what is being Gender Vague? This is a term only for people with autism or neurodivergence and is based on the idea that many people with these types of disabilities are people who find gender a strange concept and do not feel that they are female particularly but also do not feel they are male either. These people may also describe themselves as gender queer or Agender but they are not necessarily these things. Let me explain, people who are gender queer or Agender are more likely to understand the feeling of being male or female but they do not feel either of these ways themselves. People who are gender vague recognise that they may not feel male or female but they also don’t feel they really understand gender.

I had no knowledge at all about this area of the gender spectrum before someone mentioned it to me but, although I still identify as cisgender, I can understand why some people with ASD may identify as gender vague. As a young child, I was not, like I believe many girls are, that bothered about things being ‘boyish’ but as much as I wanted a garage for my toy cars as a third birthday present I also loved dressing up as a princess and adored babies and dolls. I was easily recognised as an average female child. I can, through my want to play with toys for ‘boys’, see that this may be more of an issue for some people with ASD and therefore it clearly needed a name.

I will not get into an argument or debate about the need for gender or the lack of need for gender, I won’t give my views on this in much detail because I don’t think it is fair for me to make judgements either way without a lot of experience within the spectrum of gender. It is in this, the idea that some people do not understand gender that I feel we are reminded of the massive variety of differences between people with autism and the fact that no two people with autism are exactly the same.

Anyway, I hope you can all overlook the less structured layout of this post and I hope it is of interest to you, maybe you will discover you are gender vague? or whether you can empathise better with those that are, I hope this post increases awareness for all of us, just a little bit.

Thank you all so much for reading, hope to see you again soon 🙂

Hermione Granger: ASD or not ASD ?

This is a piece that I have been waiting to write for quite a while and it has taken a decent bit of work and research. I am going to persuade you, whether you read my stuff often or if you are reading this as a one-off because of the topic, that Hermione Jean Granger is autistic.

I often get complaints when I bring this up that Hermione is ‘too social,’ or that ‘Hermione can’t be autistic because she is based on J.K.Rowling and she isn’t autistic’. I often feel these people fit into four categories:

  1. They honestly have just never considered Hermione as autistic, just as some have never considered her black, it’s just a different way of reading but it isn’t necessarily wrong or right.
  2. They only know the Hermione from the film series, which make her a little too flawless and show her as a bit of a social butterfly.
  3. They don’t know much about autism at all, they picture someone who is non-verbal and unintelligent, or – the biggest issue to me –
  4. They don’t know very much about how autism can be different in girls with the condition than boys. It is the same diagnosis but it has different symptoms.

So, I am going to use the original text, some quotes and some general mentions from the text, which show some of Hermione’s most autistic moments and will help to explain autism in girls along the way. I will admit that while writing this I did find I am missing some of the Harry Potter books as I borrowed the first two from the library rather than buying them and I don’t know where my copy of Goblet of Fire has gone… Anyway, this means some of the quotes are taken from the internet rather than directly from the book so there may be some discrepancies. Now, on with the show.

“Books! And cleverness! There are more important things — friendship and bravery…”

This is the perfect introduction to Hermione as a character with ASD. Why? Because she is sharing at this moment the deep feelings of many girls with ASD, girls who do not fit in and escape into a world of books. Many girls with Autism do this, and many rarely have a huge number of friends who are true friends. Also, this shows the deep desire to be able to think like the boys, to be able to be a friend to someone who isn’t just going to turn and laugh at her in the end.

Another thing that comes straight from the first book is Hermione’s knowledge of the school. She is Muggleborn, meaning she should be in total shock at the world of magic around her but Hermione has done what she always does (and many, many girls with autism do) she prepared herself as far as she possibly could. She took Hogwarts and the magical world as a bit of a special interest (often called obsessions by people outside the autism community). Hermione read everything she possibly could about Hogwarts before getting on that train and learned even more within the first week of being there to the point she easily exceeds Ron – who was brought up in the magical world – in his knowledge of Hogwarts as well as a basic knowledge of spells.

Next point we see in the first book is Hermione’s natural ability to remember things which many would have to spend time learning. I’m going to use the example of the spell Alohomora, to unlock doors. Hermione remembers this when the boys are at a loss on how to open a locked door, Hermione has kept the words and the wand movement in her repertoire and remembers it perfectly. This is another sign of possible ASD, Hermione has a very good memory, and a memory which is very academic and related to the things she wants to learn i.e. anything magic.

Hermione is the first to thrust her hand into the air when a question is asked of the class. Now I am sure many of the autistic people reading this book will be smiling nostalgically at memories of doing this themselves. The way in which Hermione does this, throwing her hand into the air as though she will explode if she doesn’t say the answer, is a feeling many of us with ASD can relate to. This shows not only an enthusiasm to answer the questions but her image as a know-it-all is captured here. Many girls with Autism know what it is to be labelled with this. On one hand if we know an answer it often is very difficult to hold back to the need to tell people, especially if the topic is very interesting, but on the other hand, many of us are blinkered to the reaction of the class. We don’t always understand that it ‘isn’t cool’ to answer the questions in a class, and it isn’t cool to look like you know everything. People with ASD often find this hard because we don’t know how to fit in but also to follow the rules.

Now then, rules, this is a BIG indicator for Hermione. She is a massive stickler for following the rules and it is not until the fifth year that she gets past the feeling many autistic girls have of thinking something horrible will happen if we break even the slightest of rules. Rules to many ASD girls are gospel, and it doesn’t make sense to us why you would want to break them, rules are there for a reason. This can also be a reason why many ASD people lack real friendships, most kids have broken a rule or two in their lives and they don’t want to be friends with the ‘teacher’s pet’.

My Sixth point, yeah I know, there’s a lot of points, is the one that comes a little later to our attention, Hermione as relating to her female peers. Hermione does not seem to give much care about her appearance until the fourth book when she would have been fifteen. As one of the eldest girls in her year it would normally be the case that she would begin the trend of straightening hair and wearing little bits of make-up but in reality, she is one of the last. To further the point of her somewhat immature nature she seems to have very little interest in boys until Victor Krum takes an interest in her and even then she seems more interested in the thrill of being in a relationship of sorts than for the man himself. This is another side of ASD females, we often mature socially slower than we mature intellectually meaning we often don’t meet up with the feelings of our peers but more the feeling that we should try and be like them. Girls with ASD often start doing things their peers do just because they feel it’s something they should be doing rather than something they want to do.

Hermione is very one-minded when it comes to some forms of magic. For example, she does not believe Harry that the Deathly Hallows may be real, nor does she believe in Divination at leaves the subject as soon as she can. Hermione is not closed-minded, she is simply very strong in her belief systems and struggles to imagine things she has no proof of. For Hermione, if you can’t read it as fact or see it with your own eyes then it is likely, not true. You know what I’m going to say by now, this is yet another common sign in people with Autism!

I feel this list is getting a little on the long side so I’m just going to whip through some other examples of female autistic traits that apply to Hermione:

  1. Autistic girls have fewer friends
  2. They may be highly articulate and love to read
  3. Highly intelligent
  4. Doesn’t simplify
  5. Experiences trouble with lying unless absolutely necessary
  6. Finds it hard to understand why people are vindictive
  7. Philosophizes continually
  8. Escapes through categorizing and organising
  9. Suffers Anxiety issues
  10. raises hand too much in class
  11. Can come across as controlling
  12. Prepares mentally for any changes in schedule e.g. exams
  13. Highly intuitive to others feelings and highly empathetic
  14. takes criticism to heart
  15. A small compliment may have a big impact

Ok, I will be nice to you all and leave it there. I hope you can however begin to see Hermione in the light that I do and have a better understanding of girls with autism and how we may look and seem like we fit but there is something a little off about us. I would love to know your thoughts and comments on this piece of writing, can’t wait to hear if you agree or disagree and why. I hope you enjoyed this piece and hope to see you again soon,


Are You Telling Yourself the Truth?

This is a topic which, until recently, was not something I had thought about very much at all, but in the past week or so this topic has been buzzing around every now and again in my head. So naturally, it has become something I thought would be worth talking about.

The topic is self-acceptance, self-acceptance specifically to Autism. Most people reading this blog – I presume –  are autistic, and likely we all think we are very open and happy with ourselves as people with autism. Are we really?

When I was in m University class the other day I had a cluster of tics caused by my Tourette’s syndrome. It was the type of tic which makes me look a little crazy and it has me hitting either my face or arms.  This cluster led me to become very embarrassed and therefore very anxious as I was well aware people in the class were trying not to stare or give me strange looks. I then turned to my mohdoh sensory dough which helps through both the tactile need and through the aromatherapy oils on the dough/putty type stuff but anyway this is not about my sensory toys. It is about the fact that this perhaps would not have caused anxiety and embarrassment if the rest of the class knew about my ASD.

Now, I suppose I have to cover the fact that there has been no need to bring up ASD, or more, no real opportunity. Has there been no opportunity or have I simply failed to make an opportunity?

I used to always go with the idea that I did not outright disclose my ASD because I wanted people to get to know me before they made assumptions about me due to the label. I am now wondering if I have got too comfortable in this, that I have begun to put off and put off telling people about my ASD. That, well, it made me wonder the obvious, am I still a little ashamed of being ASD.

To rewind a little bit (the cool way, like on a videotape where you watch it backwards) When I was around nine or ten years old I was beginning to find my ASD very hard to manage, I was aware that the strange feelings I had, or that people laughed at me because I was ‘different’. I denied I was different, I didn’t believe I had Asperger’s Syndrome because I could not see my own difference from looking straight at them. So do I still have a little of this in me? Do most of us still have this as an experience from childhood, or from diagnosis? Or is this due to something wider.

My answer? A bit of both. I feel that the way being disabled is treated by the world, especially if your disability is invisible, has made us feel this way. Those of us that appear ‘normal’ are held to certain standards and just like everyone else we are expected to uphold these standards. If we are unable to uphold them the general world around us will see us as odd or weird. On the other side of this often disclosing our differences can mean we are excluded from things. Some of these things are small, like conversations, but others such as friendships and job opportunities can be life-altering. Therefore we remain under constant pressure to appear like everyone else. I feel that we have these feeling of anxiety towards disclosing our disability because we are afraid of what it will mean for the relations we have with the world around us.

This really leads to us hiding or trying to hide being autistic even though what the world really needs to happen is the opposite, talk about a good paradox.

So how do we remain equal and protected in society without having to hide a part of who we are? I wish I had a definitive answer for that one but unfortunately, I don’t. I am not sure the best path because I feel the path really depends on the people involved. There has been a conversation with my doctor recently about how I am experiencing loneliness and how many autistics –  myself included – are often alone in a crowded room. We struggle to make the connection to others, but others sometimes feel a need to stay away from us because we are not giving off the correct signals.

Perhaps education is the answer, educating children from a young age in the way I was, would help prevent this awkwardness that Neurotypical people have towards people with all disabilities. There are many things we could guess at and presume but we won’t know if they work unless we try.

Thank you all again for reading my little blog, I hope you enjoyed my thoughts on this and please feel free to comment below as always. Thank you 🙂

Why are you Wearing Sunglasses?

This is a question I feel a lot of people are probably thinking when I go out and about at the moment, probably because it does –  at first glance – look like I am wearing sunglasses and also because only last week we still had snow round about here.

So why am I wearing ‘sunglasses’? Well, first of all I could be wearing them, I know that some autistic people do choose to wear sunglasses to try and dim down the brightness of the world around us and the fact that on some days the world gets so bright that all we can see is the white, bright and very painful light.

But no, in this instance I am not wearing sunglasses. I recently went through the process of getting tinted lenses in my prescription glasses to help with visual stress – sometimes called Irlen syndrome. Visual stress is where headaches can appear almost constantly, things can seem too bright, or we may see blurring, shapes or movement in the things around us such as lines on pages of writing. This is not necessarily dyslexia as many people think it is.

The difference between visual stress and dyslexia is that dyslexia is a brain-related issue whereas Visual stress/Irlen’s syndrome is more an issue with vision. For example people with dyslexia will not experience any problems with vision and glare when out and about and will only really avoid reading, people with Irlens will be effected in every way (ever seen tv or film where the background is so dark you can’t make it out? that could be how you process the visual, not the visual itself) Of course it is possible for people with dyslexia to also have Irlen’s syndrome.

So what about the process of this test? How did they check to see if I did indeed need glasses which would help the world become more tolerable? I had to look into a machine which showed a mix of random and made up writing which was really just keyboard smashing so you couldn’t read it. Over these nonsense words were overlays of different colours, the optometrist would look through at the what I was seeing and adjust the brightness and the colours to my preference. This went on for a while, getting narrower and narrower until he had found the correct makeup of six tints which would be put together in a lense for me. I was then shown a group of patterns and had to comment on if they blurred, moved, were infiltrated with colours and other things which I can’t totally remember. After looking at these patterns the first time on their own I then looked at them through the tint and only one of the six issues I had seen before still remained. It was clear the tint was right for me.

In the UK this test – colorimetry – is not covered on the NHS, so we had to pay fifty pounds for the test but, with the frames that I chose, it turned out to be in the same range I would normally have paid for new glasses anyway.

I collected them around three weeks ago now, and have worn them every day since. In public places and when using a computer they have made an enormous difference. I feel the world is much less bright (and much less pink) when wearing them. When I take them off I struggle to look at screens at all and have had to turn my iPad brightness right down for reading on it at night. I have noticed I do not squint my eyes as much and that I no longer have half the headaches I used to get which must have been due to a visual strain on my eyes. I have found the glasses have made a big difference to my life and can’t wait to try them in a lot more situations such as the cinema, the summer sun and crowded areas which would normally make me uncomfortable and stressed.

Now there is the last segment of the glasses saga. This being public reactions and reactions from people at University. The public, well they tend to have a couple of turns of heads and second glances but from a mixture of having Tourette’s syndrome and from taking my reborn dolls out in public, I am relatively used to people staring. The interesting thing has come from wearing them in University, where I speak to a relative amount of people but none of them (as of yet) know that I am autistic. I have been surprised to find that people have been very accepting, no one has said ‘why are you wearing sunglasses’ and no one has really commented much at all. Two people, I have come to realize, have made assumptions.

In one of my classes, there is a girl who I know to be visually impaired as she wears very thick glasses and sometimes uses a white cane. I believe, due to the way this girl started talking to me as if I was on her level as it were, that she thinks I also have visual impairments. I have not corrected this because, simply, she hasn’t asked and Irlen syndrome is a form of eye condition so she technically wouldn’t be wrong. Another girl, whom I walk to the bus station with, waited until there were only the two of us still walking (we walk in a group of four or five which peels off as we get to their specific destinations) and then she asked if I struggled to see black on white as she did. She was dyslexic and had been offered glasses for her dyslexia. Again I did not lie, I simply didn’t tell her the whole truth. I said I wore them due to pattern blindness (something the optometrist said I was which I have not been able to find any information on). She accepted this explanation and we carried on chatting.

Perhaps in the future I will explain that I wear them due to visual stress as a side effect of being autistic, but I feel they don’t know me enough yet for me to explain this. I feel if people know me before I explain my variation of autism then it makes things easier but at the same time I sometimes worry that not disclosing means I am not as proud of my ASD as I believe I am. Anyone have any thoughts on this?

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this post and I hope it gives you some information. If anyone would like to know more about this then please drop me a comment and I will give you more information or advise. AS always thank you so much for reading my little blog, it means so much to me that people are reading it regularly and I really want to thank those of you that read every post. I hopefully will see you all in the next post :).

Things An Adult Aspie wishes their family knew

I don’t really know what made this idea come in to fruition but I do know I read a lot of ‘things your autistic child wishes you knew’ posts which often relate to either young children or to those that are non-verbal. Something that happened the other day, due to my eating disorder, made me realize that there is a gap in the market so to speak, with these lists. They are missing the important things for a child who is no longer a little one, but may still be a child at heart. So this is my list, for parents out there that have an autistic teen or young adult in their lives, and the thoughts that go through our heads.

I still find body language hard

This is an important one for me, and possibly some others. I have got a lot better at showing understanding of body language but I am far from mastering it all. I can often see that you are mad at me, or annoyed at something that I did, but that doesn’t mean I know why. Sometimes I can go barking up the wrong tree and totally misunderstand why you feel sad, and this can make me apologize for things that aren’t even relevant to me.

I still need routine

Sometimes adult lives get a bit more hectic when children no longer have to follow their parents and the parents are not the organizers of their children’s social lives things can become muddled and confused. I still need to know in advance when things are going to happen, who is going where and when they will be going there. If I get events or outings sprung on me I can usually cope but it can leave me feeling upset or angry for the simple reason it was not in my plans for that to happen.

I sometimes need encouragement to do ‘childish’ things

Yes, I am now an adult but my social and emotional age may not match my physical one, I might still like to cuddle soft toys and play games, but I may also make adult decisions and do things on my own. It is a hard balance for me to juggle and sometimes I think it would help me to be encouraged to do the things I, deep down, want to do, even if they are a bit silly for my age. After all, swings do not have an age limit.

I sometimes need to make my own mistakes

In contrast to the last area I noted, sometimes I do need to do things the wrong way and be allowed to have a meltdown before agreeing mum was right after all, but part of growing up is doing those things and making those wrong choices. I might have ASD but it isn’t a learning disability and sometimes I need to be given permission to learn, to escape the cotton wool bindings and to live a little bit more on my own.

I need encouragement to follow my dreams

Sometimes I can put myself down really hard, so hard I leave an imprint on the floor. I may be prone to depression or anxiety, or just feeling a bit rubbish due to the world being harder on me than it is on other people. Sometimes I need my mummy to pick me up, brush me down and put on a plaster so I can run off and continue with that race – even if it is obvious I will come last. If there is a dream, and it is wide enough, then there is a way to follow it, whether I have to make adjustments or whether I need to realize that some things were not meant to be, even as a fully fledged adult, there is nothing better than a hug from Mum.


So there it is everyone, a list of things that an adult with ASD wishes their parents knew. Do you agree with my list? Are there things that would be different on your list? I must admit, after a rough week, I had a tear in my eye writing this piece. I hope you all enjoy it, please feel free to share this, as well as comment your own thoughts below, thanks for reading and see you all soon 🙂