Illustration by author. Urban landscape of graffitti on cement wall. Hand-scrawled sign to the left reads, "AUTISTICAF OUT LOUD. ONE VOICE. RAW. REAL. FIERCELY NEURODIVERGENT. A blurred, moving human figure in a black hoodie and white sneakers exists right into darkness. Digital tools included Krita and AI.

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I Don’t Think I Had a “Personality” as an Autistic Kid

I was busy finding Infinity in a burnt-off ant leg… I’m writing an autobiography… out loud. Building a book. Fragment by fragment. Just like I lived it. This one brings home the stakes. The moments of joy along the way… that draw a line under what could have been. Not if they fixed me. But maybe what…

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The Autistic Treatment Funhouse, Room of Exams

In 1972, a traumatic car crash triggered my harrowing mental health journey. Decades before a late autism and alexithymia diagnosis at 63, I couldn’t explain my feelings… much less why. Read this raw, unfiltered autobiography fragment to explore the depths of trauma, resilience, and the survival of my autistic joys.

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Author Johnny Profane Âû

Welcome to the Autism Treatment Funhouse

What happens when you’re trapped in the medical model of autism for decades? Step into the horror-themed funhouse. I’m an autistic elder sharing my raw, unfiltered truth of surviving a system built for a different mind… fragment by fragment. Read the real story.

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When “Kind” Words… Hurt: An Autistic Elder on Microaggressions

The author shares a personal narrative about navigating condescension as an autistic professional. They describe experiences of “benevolent ableism,” highlighting the emotional turmoil caused by seemingly kind but patronizing interactions. The piece advocates for recognizing these subtle forms of discrimination and emphasizes the importance of honoring one’s limits to avoid further harm.

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“A Friendly… Family Game of Cards,” illustration by author, Digital tools included Krita & AI.

Family, God & Vodka Neat…? My Autistic Elder’s Truth

An autistic elder reflects on family, religion, and the dynamics of control. Set against a 1997–98 winter of the Hale-Bopp comet, the Heaven’s Gate cult, and an ice storm that trapped his family for three days. A raw personal piece exploring neurodivergent lived experience, religious trauma, and the unspoken rules that govern family gatherings.

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