A brutally honest report on growing up autistic and female in the central belt of Scotland.
It's a difficult book to write about, as there are ways our lives overlap which is what drew me to it, but the divergences and the extent of the trauma she seems to have suffered make any personal comparison irrelevant. The reading experience was a familiar background and setting, into which jarring and bizarre events are inserted, and occasional info dumps about aspects of autism that are used to cap off some chapters.
Her humor cuts through to counterpoint the horror, but the bitter, acerbic assessment of many of the people she's met often leaves a sour taste.
I wonder what this book might have been like with a little more time to reflect and refine, but it's probably better that we have it now to lift a mirror to the ongoing crisis autistic women are suffering through.