I'm autistic, and moving countries has shaped the way I notice the world. New places make some things louder: language, routines, expectations, even the small rules other people seem to understand without being told. They have also helped me see myself more clearly. I write from that place - from the quiet stuff, the missed words, the late answers, the need for order, and the effort it can take to say things honestly before silence says them badly for me. Writing is partly therapy: a way to untangle what I have carried, make sense of change, and give shape to experiences that were hard to explain at the time. But it is also about sharing something of my life with others. I want to write about autism, love, belonging, moving away, starting again, and the strange relief of finding language for things I once thought were just personal failures. My writing is not about having everything solved. It is about trying to be honest, finding patterns in the past, and showing how a person can keep going, keep learning, and slowly build a life that feels more like their own.