The thing about growing up with undiagnosed autism is that youāre a bad kid. And you donāt know how to stop being a bad kid. But youāre pedantic, you hate hugs, youād rather be alone than attend a family gathering, you play by yourself instead of with friends or family, you make mealtime impossible, you canāt even look your parents in the face, you lie to get out of going to school and when youāre there you complete your assignments correctly but in a way that is somehow inherently wrong. Youāre wrong. There is something wrong with you and you canāt identify it or fix it. You canāt begin to explain it. You pull for justifications and apologies. You were a bad kid and there was nothing you could do to be better.














