“Okay,” said Liz, “I’m guessing you’re neurotypical. I know Julie is. I know Margot is. And we autistics aren’t always great with the non-verbal stuff. What we just saw was the neurotypicals using their secret language … like, ‘Hey, do you want to take the d-o-g for a w-a-l-k?’ They used it to send a warning about one of us. To shut us down. To oppress us.” She looked directly at me: “Anyway, you had a question?” “Correct, but what you said was so spectacular that I may have forgotten it.” The audience laughed, but I sensed in a positive way.
