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It was a sensation I knew well. From friends. Boyfriends. When my dad would light up or my mom would roll her eyes impatiently, telling me to get to the point. Something about me, though I couldn’t name it or change it, was always too much.
Autism in Heels: The Untold Story of a Female Life on the Spectrum
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