As an undiagnosed autistic kid growing up in an online world, I found so much comfort in art and being able to imbue whatever i was currently passionate about into it. I didn’t feel safe to be myself around the average person. I knew I was “weird” and so I tried to hide it. OCD was also a major part of my life. I barely got a chance to rest from the bombardment of intrusive thoughts and compulsive demands. After all, how can anyone run from their own brain?
Art was always a constant; something safe I could come back to when things were way too much, and something that connected me to those who understood me.
All I want now is to live through self expression, in spite of fear, and inspire others to do the same.
I’m taking steps to heal the kid in me who grew up learning not to be heard. Now, I can share my passions with those who want to listen.