I’m a person for whom social nuance is absent. That’s key. That’s autism. Yet publicly and privately, I’m still expected to navigate the minefields deftly—called out when I don’t. It’s ironic, really. A bit like chiding a blind person who trips over your foot … while she’s competing in the Special Olympics … where you are part of the cheering crowd. Not quite fair. Because, just like everyone else, I’m just doing my best. And no label is one size fits all. Not woman. Not female. Not autism.
Exactly this. Especially in Greece. I absolutely hate family gatherings. I learned how to eat quickly to escape into my world of books and science. And escape my relatives.
