Life as an autistic adult

If you haven’t figured it out yet, hi, I’m Nora and I’m autistic. Breaking news has just reached the Caribou Coffee I’m currently plopped down at and I’m here to announce that autistic children become autistic adults! I KNOW. Novel concept, right? It’s AMAZING! Ahem. Sorry. I’ll lay off the sarcasm. Maybe. 😉

I was once an autistic child. I am now an autistic adult. My needs aren’t the same as they were as a child. But that’s okay. I can do things as an adult I couldn’t safely do when I was younger. I still do some of my stims and fidgeting habits. But I’ve grown. I’ve become an adult. And while I don’t know what it’s like to be a parent of an autistic child, I know what it’s like to be an autistic child.

When I make suggestions to parents, I don’t do it to judge them. I don’t do it to be a butthead. It’s because I was an autistic child once, too. I do it because I hope to help. I speak out because I care and think people will listen. I don’t waste my energy and time on people I don’t think will listen or whom I don’t think I can help.

I speak out because I care. I speak out because I was a child once. We’ve all been children once. Please don’t silence us. Please don’t tell us our stories don’t matter. That you only want to hear from parents of autistic children. We want to help. We want to make things better than what we went through. Give us a chance. And hear our voices.

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