The tears roll down my cheeks, prickling my face with their heat and moisture, just like the waterfalls in Thika Kenya, where I grew up. They whoosh down with an ebb that can I cannot halt. I try and make sense of this surge for a few days until I realise, I have lost a whole generation. My father’s generation is no more- all gone, gone gone….
Let’s clear one issue up before we begin – Autism is NOT a mental health issue. It’s a ‘lifelong, developmental disability that affects how a person communicates with and relates to other people, and how they experience the world around them.’ (National Autistic Society). See, no mention of mental health at all.