Yesterday I received my official autism diagnosis. I am 26 years old.
I have no family. No friends. I spend most of my time boiling in this stew of trauma. All of which point to the abuse that my biological mother put me through.
I was also told by my GP last month that I am coeliac and allergic to milk.
A lot of the time I try to battle against this masking, which I have been used to doing for decades. It destroys me, piece by piece. It is so energy-leeching and it takes up a lot of my time.
I have good news too. I am healthy. Strong. Tough. Tenacious. I recognise my value and I treat myself with the highest level of self-respect.
I am very lonely and no one ever gives me a hug.
I suffer with nightmares, and the heat makes things worse.
This is all myself checking in with myself. A diary, if you like, that I am able to return to.
If anyone is out there, give me a sign.
