13/05/2024
Being an autistic black woman is knowing that you’ll be judged before they get to know the real you. That your mental health is seen as less important than your white peers, that you’ll always have to be your own advocate because the systems constantly let you down. It’s that you’ll fight to be seen and rarely be heard. That the layers of your identity are never revealed and always compounded into a box of “not like the rest of us”.
But it’s also that you see yourself in every autistic black woman who unfairly shares a similar story of struggling to be herself, but allows you to finally be seen. To know that you’re not alone and have never been alone.