The barriers in getting evaluated for autism leave me no choice but to self-diagnose I recently wrote about my therapist believing that I’m neurodivergent, or more specifically, autistic. I’m still processing what that label means for my life going forward. I haven’t been officially diagnosed with the condition. In researching…

’Tis the season for forced socialization that I won’t be sucked into. — I’m done with corporate holiday celebrations. Seriously. Before COVID, when I commuted to an office five days a week, my employers, either explicitly or implicitly, decreed mandatory attendance at holiday parties. …

My coping with neurodivergence Sometimes, I don’t know how I manage to function in the world. For instance, there are times when just thinking about making a phone call fills me with dread, even when the people I’m calling are friends or family. I sometimes agonize for days over taking…

Because I see the writing on the wall at Medium. Over the past few weeks, I’ve written about my disillusionment with Medium as detailed here: Where Do I Fit In On Medium? Recent managerial changes on the platform have been troubling for many writersmedium.com I am not the only writer on this platform who has expressed their discontent. I don’t wish to repeat what I wrote in the above…

They perpetuate income inequality and serve as financial barriers to upward mobility for lower-income students. — As a college student in the Paleolithic age (late 1980s to early 1990s), I remember how professors and employers touted internships as a good way to gain valuable work experience. I remember being excited at the prospect of learning the ropes at a well- known organization. How Unpaid Internships Are Classist

Are marginalized writers always forced to write about their struggles to get noticed? In my last piece, I lamented the recent management changes on Medium and pondered whether my voice was even still welcome. …

Recent managerial changes on the platform have been troubling for many writers I’ve been writing on Medium for three years. Most of the people who wrote and published when I started here are long gone and replaced by others. I’ve weathered several changes to the site-changes in its layout, algorithm…

Managing high grocery prices has forced me to do things I learned in childhood When I went grocery shopping the other day and saw the sticker price for a package of strawberries, my jaw nearly dropped to the floor. The listed price read $5.19 for a pound. Bewildered by sticker shock Mind you, the…