It is terrible when the defining factors Autistic women share are things like oppression, lack of services, lack of recognition, and widespread abuse. That is why I love to focus on the sisterhood we share. I prefer to think about the bonding moments. I met an Autistic girl recently and was pleasantly shocked to see how much easier it is for me to make eye contact with her than with most people. She doesn’t speak, but she reached out to touch my face, then laid her head against me, and I felt myself melt from the inside out with shared love. This is how I define my life as an Autistic female.
