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A room in a teahouse in Seoul, South Korea, with large windows and table with tea


Welcome to my Blog

My name (handle) is Sparrow. I consider myself to be a member of a lost generation of autistic women, diagnosed (or self identified) in late adulthood. Maybe you do too. Our lives and struggles remain mostly invisible. But I am still here. And so are you. This is my story, my journey. Maybe it’s yours too. I write not for the world, but for my fellow autists, with love and in solidarity. May our paths cross more often; may we continue to light the way for each other.

“It takes a village to raise a child. It takes a child with autism to raise the consciousness of the village.” -Elaine Hall

About Me

Author as a toddler, in traditional Korean dress

I was born in 1970, in Seoul, but I’ve lived in Toronto most of my adult life, with my ADHD partner. I don’t “present” as classically autistic in that I’m not an adolescent boy, for starters. But if you’ve ever lived with me — or angrily lectured then stopped talking to me because of some infraction, or treated me as if I had no feelings — then you already know that I am not like you. This blog is a celebration of autistic ways of being in the world, as well as the personal story of one woman who thought she was an alien, only to discover belatedly that she, too, had a people. 

About Me
“Autists are the ultimate square pegs, and the problem with pounding a square peg into a round hole is not that the hammering is hard work. It’s that you’re destroying the peg.” – Paul Collins
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