I always thought I was needing change. Change my haircut to feel better. Change my style to feel better. Change my mood, attitude, way of life, posture, glasses- to feel better.

Really all I need was acceptance. Because I was always scared of a diagnosis, I was always scared of what the doctor would tell me is wrong with me. But now to hear I have autism, it makes everything makes sense.

I accept who I am and how I am. My mannerisms are what make me, who I am.

I am a Non-Miss with autism.