The final straw, the one that broke this particular camel’s back, was my girlfriend’s receipt of her autism diagnosis over email. She didn’t want to open the report alone and asked if I would read it with her – and when we were done, the only thing I could think to say was: this is all the things we like about each other.
It was the final straw, and an important one, but I had been gathering a veritable hay bale of such pieces of information, slowly and very much in the background, for the best part of two years by then. It was December 2019. So much has changed since then – in all of our worlds, but also in our conversation around (and understanding of) neurodivergence and gender.
