These are just some snapshots of my life growing up in a society with a poor understanding of neurodivergence (particularly during the 90s), with no access to the support I truly needed.

This is probably the kind of post I should’ve done at the beginning of the year or end of last year, but if you’ve read some of my recent posts, you’ll know I haven’t been in the right headspace since...

The world was telling me my reality was wrong. I learnt to override my own instincts to align with what adults told me was true.

2026 has been really overwhelming for me so far. Aside from everything that’s going on in the world, I’m still feeling destabilised over possibly being misdiagnosed with selective mutism for 30 years.

I keep a log of compliments I’ve received in a note-taking app on my phone. I take a look at them whenever I’m experiencing impostor syndrome or rejection sensitivity.

Tired of explaining why neither “selective” nor “situational” mutism fits my experience. Here’s a term that actually does.

Recently, I’ve been questioning my selective mutism diagnosis—a label that defined me and explained my differences for most of my life (I only got an autism diagnosis when I was 20).

When every system tells you the same story about yourself—that you’re defective, lazy, unintelligent, incapable—it’s almost impossible not to believe it.

Surely there are other Singaporean Autistic advocates who are much more intelligent, qualified, eloquent, and respectable than I am. I’m just a girl who can’t speak “normally” and never attended unive...

Identifying your level of Autistic support needs in Singapore is confusing (at least in my experience).

After sharing my last post about the connection between my selective mutism and childhood trauma, more memories and realisations have continued to surface. Perhaps they finally feel safe enough to res...

I was diagnosed with selective mutism at the age of four, and my selective mutism has always been unusual in its pattern: I was completely mute around my grandparents until the day they died, while I ...

It was a consistent recurring pattern throughout my life: I would go through phases of becoming completely obsessed with a particular male celebrity. And then after a period of time—around a year or s...

I had an idea one day to create and play Sims that represent different parts of myself, as a supplement to my Internal Family Systems (IFS) work. I figured it’d be a fun and creative way to visualise ...

After sharing about my horrific experience with a job training programme for Autistic people in Singapore, I’ve been thinking a lot about what a truly supportive programme would look like. Here are so...

For most of my life, I didn’t know how to scream. Now I’m learning to scream like my rock idols and reclaiming my anger.

I’ve mentioned a few times before that I had an awful experience with a job training programme for Autistic people in Singapore. I talked a bit about it in my “Autistic As Fxxk manifesto” post, but af...

Mothers and children, husbands and wives, doctors, truck drivers and religious leaders are all grappling with the fallout from the sudden U.S. cuts in aid.

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Forty-first interview on Autism Dialogues.

April 5th 2025, Victor Perez, 17, was shot at nine times by four members of the Pocatello PD wi… Victor Perez needs your support for Justice for Victor Perez

If my children are autistic or mentally ill or both, I don’t want them to grow up in a world where their humanity is questioned every single day, or where police brutality based on their disability st...

If my children are autistic or mentally ill or both, I don’t want them to grow up in a world where their humanity is questioned every single day, or where police brutality based on their disability st...

Consuming content about autism in most Singaporean media can be triggering for me. The narrative is often either “Look how brave and inspiring these parents are for having to care for this poor tragic...

After sharing my last post about the connection between my selective mutism and childhood trauma, more memories and realisations have continued to surface. Perhaps they finally feel safe enough to res...

I wrote this manifesto in 2016, after quitting a job I was placed in by a job training programme from an autism organisation.

I was diagnosed with selective mutism at the age of four, and my selective mutism has always been unusual in its pattern: I was completely mute around my grandparents until the day they died, while I ...

Chinese New Year is my most dreaded time of the year as a Chinese Autistic person. The holiday is my ultimate Autistic nightmare.