An Autistic Girl’s Guide to Horses
Learning I was autistic gave me insight into my childhood fixations and hurts, into how those things have stayed with me over the decades.
ba-Dumba-Dumba-Dumba-Dumbrrrum, brrrum, brrrum
What I Want to Talk About: How Autistic Special Interests Shape a LifeBack to the Future
Misty of ChincoteagueBlack Beauty,
boom, boom, boom, boom
coursea lot of horse
This will be you one day
ba-dum, ba-dumba-dum, ba-dum.
Katie is an author, speaker, an expert on mental disability. She is autistic and has bipolar disorder. She's the author of more than fifteen books that center mental disability, an eclectic mix, including an IPPY-award-winning series of romantic suspense novels and four essay collections on mental health and trauma (two of which won national awards). After earning her master's from the Johns Hopkins Writing Seminars, she earned her law degree and doctorate in rhetoric. She works toward accessibility for everyone. A professor of writing, she lives in Chapel Hill, NC, with her family and horses.
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