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There is a particular kind of exhaustion that comes from being both inside and outside the room at the same time. Many autistic therapists know it well. You are enrolled, accredited, progressing. You can theorise, reflect accurately, and sit with complexity. And yet, again and again, the field positions you as if you are adjacentContinueContinue reading “When the Room Isn’t Built for You: Autistic Therapists, Training, and the Slow Grind of Enduring Othering”

Adulting Isn’t a Straight Line Growing up in London, I learned early that the city was both my home and my adversary. I committed bus routes, tube lines, and sandwich shops to memory. Yet this past week, when I returned to deliver a workshop at the University of London—an old stomping ground—I found myself lost,ContinueContinue reading “On Adult Life Skills (and Shame, again)”