Let me tell you a story of trauma, zero self-esteem, and severe depression. Before I hit publish, only three people outside my small family knew this story.
Why? Because four years after it’s over, just thinking about it still gives me nightmares. I was at the beginning of my self-advocating for autism and neurodiversity, which pays little or none.
I, as 87% of my autistic brothers and sisters are, was underemployed or unemployed. I fell into the underemployed category. I was coaching ice hockey in the youth development department of a Southern California NHL franchise.Read more on themighty.com