ashlea mckay

Last week someone asked me for some time to sit down to learn more about an area of my expertise. I paused to process that information...

I was diagnosed as autistic later in life. While that was an amazingly positive step forward for me and finally gave me a sense of...

“How can you be autistic? You seem capable to me” is one of the most common things people say when they meet me for the first time and...

I was having a blood test when the nurse spied my medicalert bracelet. They flipped it over, read the inscription and laughed. They...

The day I got married, while I was getting ready in my hotel room, I caught a glimpse of a white ribboned car hood out the front of the...

A meltdown isn’t a word to describe a bad day, it’s not a tantrum and it isn’t something a child does — unless of course that child is...

A few nights ago I went out to dinner. It was a farewell for two much-loved colleagues that ended up being a celebration of four...

Masking and the stigma that drives it is a big problem. Masking occurs when I use my intellect to ‘pass’ as someone who is not autistic...

If you’ve read any of my previous articles or attended one of my talks, you might have noticed that I refer to myself as an ‘autistic...

Every Friday around noon, I close my work laptop and if I’m not already at home, I pack up and go. I put my phone in flight mode, I don’t...