I am beginning to wonder what, if anything, I might have unconsciously thought as a child about being actually-autistic. Not in those terms, of course, since diagnosis wouldn’t come for decades, but one of my clearest elementary school memories is telling people I wasn’t from here: I was from Saturn; I’d even made a Saturnian alphabet. What did I secretly, even from myself, suspect about my own 🧠?

Hello. My name is Bix. @bix