For thirty-four years, I didn’t know I was autistic. But I’d always sensed that I was different. I’d always felt the frantic need to find my footing. And in hindsight, that may be exactly why I’ve always known that I had a thing for shoes.
I can relate but it has been 50 years for me. I do not have a thing for shoes but for science and numbers. I also hurt myself trying to fit and get accepted.
