Hi everyone. I’m a 46-year-old woman from Argentina, and I was diagnosed with Autism/ADHD only two years ago. Looking back, it explains so much of my life in a dysfunctional family where I spent years caring for my parents and raising my nephews, only to have to leave everything behind due to violence.
For the last six years, I’ve been trying to survive in a world I often don't understand. I work as a school assistant, but my body is tired. I’ve had spinal surgery and my hands are currently infiltrated, which makes my greatest passion—writing—physically painful and difficult.
It’s getting harder to take care of myself alone. I often feel isolated because my interests don't align with most people's, and unfortunately, many have taken advantage of my nature in the past. I’m here because I need a space where being 'different' isn't a weakness, and where words still matter. I’m a writer at heart, even when my hands hurt."