The Autistic Man Who Broke My Heart

Turns out, anyone can be cruel

The autistic man who broke my heart. A beautiful young woman with short, thick red hair wears a strapless dress, almost Renaissance style. She is crying, tears flowing as she holds both hands near her heart, one clutching the brown shawl draped around her, the other reaching to clutch the single pearl dangling from a black, choker-style necklace.
Image by JJ Jordan from Pixabay

Autism didn’t exist in our vocabularies when many of us were growing up, and neither did the spectrum. We used a different word to describe people who seemed slow or differently special.

Kids with autism grow up to be adults with autism. Their parents often explore, navigate, and…

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Lover of all the creative arts, but don't you dare pigeonhole me!

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