Months and months ago I wrote a book. I was bed-bound with physical fatigue and I was in an ADHD hyperfixation kind of mood, so what better to do than write an entire book, right? The product was a 40,000 word memoir detailing my experiences growing up and growing into my disability and the way I've experienced the world as a result. I've always wanted to write a book, to see my book one day on local bookstore shelves. I think it has been a natural product of being such an av

An image of the copy I have of What Katy Did Last week, I felt a strong urge to re-read one of my favourite children's classics books. I...

What happens when you find out that you're autistic as an adult? Many things. But one universal experience is the process of offering...