More than ever before, this year has focused on accepting Autism - and there have been plenty of discussions around representation in the media, allyship, and the need to actually listen to Autistic individuals.
Thinking about what I could write for this blog, I realised that more than anything, I think of myself as often being in-between. I’m too queer for autistic spaces, and too autistic for queer spaces. Whether I’m in a queer space or an autistic space, a piece of myself is always being hidden and denied. Ableism emerges in queer spaces, and homophobia emerges in disabled spaces. I emerge from one closet, only to be locked into another.