by Daniel Antonsson When I was a child, I never walked around and thought that I was different. I was just me and people around me never consider that I could have a diagnosis of some kind. I was a calm and proper boy that always tried to be kind to people and behave well in school. I was a little a…

by Daniel Antonsson When I was growing up, I never thought much about eating in a specific way. I ate the food that I liked and my mum was a good chef, so I was fed well. In school, I liked most of the food that we received and I always looked forward to going to the dining room. I moved around quit…

By Connor Long-Johnson I have recently discovered the joys of the hit Netflix show Love of the Spectrum. Being Autistic and having met my first girlfriend at the age of 25, I am always eager to discover how others with Autism Spectrum Disorder navigate the complicated world of dating and relationshi…

by Daniel Antonsson When it comes to looking back on the history of black people, it is important to give a nuanced picture of all that has happened up to today. You have of course the Civil Rights Act, slavery, Martin Luther King and Obama being elected to be the President of the United States of A…

by Daniel Antonsson Does it feel like your hard earned cash disappears way too fast, leaving your bank account almost empty until the next salary? There is a cure for this, but you need to start to live a life far below your means. Take it to the next level and let saving be a game. Being autistic c…

By S. Scott Sanderson It’s terrible to feel like you are less than That you are not the same, you know Eccentric, maybe even crazy That is ok But then they label you as less than That you do not like Measuring up as short Leaves you wondering why God would make you different than Those you wish you …

by Daniel Antonsson As long as I can remember, I have always liked sports and being active. In school, I got the highest grade in physical education and I was prepared to do my best in every single class. Running, basketball, gymnastics, track and field and so on, it was all fun. But it was not unti…

By Ron Sandison I felt a sense of nostalgia watching the video of Joey Hicks, a thirty-year-old, nonspeaking adult with autism, soothing to the music of the Grateful Dead at the Gorge Amphitheatre in Washington. In the TikTok video that went viral, Joey is rocking-back-and-forth absorbed in the mus…

by Daniel Antonsson When I was a child, I cannot remember having much of a sleeping problem. I could relax and sleep through the night and woke up feeling well. When I became an adult, things changed for the worse and sleeping built up to a mountain of fear. Especially when there was a change in rou…

by Daniel Antonsson In my teenage years, I was a cautious boy. Girls seemed like they came from another planet and I had no idea what to talk with them about whatsoever. I was interested in motorcycles and martial arts while girls liked stuff like fashion, horses and boys (at least as far as I knew)…

By S. Scott Sanderson Sometimes I feel A bubbling coming up Inside me It cannot be contained When I was younger, I used to give in I would dance, a happy dance Limbs flailing wildly Dancing back and forth And in circles Sometimes, I’d clap Into the air No reason needed Just an unbridled enthusiasm O…

by Daniel Antonsson As a 43 year old Autistic male, I can honestly say that I have experienced both the highs and the lows of living with Autism. The super focus that I have for my special interests can move mountains and there is almost no limit to how much time I can invest. Thinking, talking, stu…

The poem, “More Than One Way to Fly,” I wrote in honor of my son, who is on the autism spectrum. The poem, which illustrates the relationship between a social Chickadee and a solitary Brown Creeper, is an appeal for neurotypicals to reach out to the marginalized. By Tami Ullom More Than One Way to …

By Gloria Jackson-Nefertiti In 2019, six months before turning 63; it was confirmed that I’m autistic. I was different from everyone else, without knowing why. In grade school, high school, and college, classmates would frequently ask me: “Why do you act the way you do?” “Why do you act so weird?” “…