If you met my daughter outside of our home, you might never realise she is autistic. You would probably see a quirky, cheeky, chatty, slightly sassy girl who smiles politely, follows instructions, and seems to be coping just fine. Teachers often describe her as well-behaved, keen to fit in, and a great student. Other adults often see her as polite, perhaps a little shy at first, but otherwise, just another kid.
But what many people don’t see is what happens after school, after social situations, and after spending hours trying desperately to fit into a world that doesn’t naturally fit her. They don't get to see the tears before a non-uniform day because she likes the routine of her uniform, or the worry of how loud and busy a party might be before she attends.
My daughter has both ADHD and autism, and she is incredibly good at masking. For years, I didn’t fully understand what masking was either. I just knew that she seemed to hold everything together in public, only to completely fall apart at home. The emotional outbursts, the exhaustion, the frustration, the anger, the tears, they all came pouring out the second she felt safe enough to let the mask drop, sometimes as soon as she got in the car, other times an hour or so after getting home, but it always comes.

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