Neurodivergence

I was raised to be a lady. Cross my ankles, keep my knees together, wait for the man to call. It took me until I was thirty nine to stop performing and start finding out who I actually was underneath it all.

What if the thing you were taught to be ashamed of is actually your bodymind telling the truth?

If you’re a late-diagnosed autistic woman who’s done all the therapy and still feels stuck, the problem may be masking and burnout, not you.