It is not a secret that I am a Hufflepuff. If we want to be precise, I’m a Huffledor.
What does this have to be with autistic, you ask? What does this have to do with accepting being autistic?
Well, in many ways Hufflepuff is the “cast away” house. People are embarrassed to say they are a Hufflepuff and it seems to hold a certain stigma, the same way that there is a stigma when people find out you’re Autistic. “Oh. But you’re Autistic?” “Oh. But you’re a hufflepuff?”
Neither of these things are bad things. There is nothing wrong with being Hufflepuff. There is nothing wrong with being autistic. But you know what?
But both of these things are me.