As I acknowledge my progress in getting better and better at writing characterization…. sometimes I fear that people will someday look at my fiction and say “I don’t care if she got her autism diagnosis as a kid in the 1990s, she can’t actually be autistic if she knows the workings of the human mind and heart so well”

But honestly… I don’t think that’ll happen.

I think there is an exponentially growing comprehension of the idea, “you can learn a whole hell of a lot about humanity by observing it from the outside while it tries to kill you.”