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There is a sign-up form on our website, autsit.net. For the past ten years, I have been living near San Francisco with my partner, who is also an autism self-advocate and a meditator. I have a son. He is currently 28 years and was born in the United States. He does not live far, and we are good friends. I can count on him. We call or see one another regularly. In my country of origin, France, my mother is still alive, and I have a married brother with children. In Canada, I have a sister and another niece. I do not see them more than once every few years, now that I have more strength. Since my autism diagnosis and the book, I wrote: “Being Seen,” both my brother, my sister -and their families - have been closer.

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Ever since I became aware I was different, I have been searching for the reason(s). My book tells this better; it is a complicated story. Eventually, in my forties, I came to be in extreme physical pain -with unexplained severe pain in my left side- while at the same time, my sensitivities to all stimuli went through the roof.  When a social worker helped me receive Social Security Disability, I was automatically enrolled in Medicare two years later. I was thus finally able to see -with the help of a friend- a neurologist who diagnosed me. I started to revive, little by little; I am so grateful. 

A steady meditation practice allowed the wheel of my life to turn back on track: I slowly began to receive help in several ways. First of all, having a monthly financial stipend and proper medicine. Later I also started to have better health insurance and could get treatment for the physical pain in my upper body, dental, and eye care.

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