BLACK HISTORY MONTH- TRIUMPHING TOGETHER: THE JOURNEY OF A BLACK SINGLE MOTHER RAISING AN AUTISTIC SON
In school as an undiagnosed autistic child, I felt like a misfit. Like everyone
except me got a script on how to act. In spaces where I was the minority, I
thought it was just because of my race. But sometimes it felt like I didn’t fit into
my race or culture either. I felt alienated from people who shared that part of
my identity too. I now know it was because I am autistic, and what separated
me back then was that I was an undiagnosed black autistic girl. The diagnostic criteria was not made for me, a minority within minority. This contributes heavily to why I and so many other girls go undiagnosed.