Happy birthdays to me: reflecting on 1 year with Autism
Mid-February, I turn 49. I feel a lot of ways about that.
But, also, I feel like I’m a child. A small one. A toddler. In the best of all possible ways.
A toddler turning 1.
So, I’m about to be 49, but also a 1 year old. At least in terms of being totally, completely myself.