I spent much of my life feeling unseen, misunderstood - like I was constantly trying to fit into a world that never quite made space for me. It wasn’t until someone close to me was diagnosed as autistic that the pieces of my own story began falling into place. My own late diagnosis brought a rush of relief, grief, and clarity - but almost no support. No roadmap. Just a report filled with recommendations and the heavy question: Now what?

I did what many of us do - read all the books, listened to the podcasts, attended the conferences. But instead of clarity, I often felt more like an outsider. I was overwhelmed. Alone. Like an imposter in both the autistic and allistic worlds. I needed someone to help me process the swirl of emotions, the identity shift, the “now what?” - someone who got it.

Coaching changed everything. It gave me validation, clarity, strategy, and a deeper connection to who I truly was beneath the years of masking and misunderstanding. I became a coach myself - highly trained and deeply passionate - so I could offer that same transformation to others navigating the raw, often invisible layers of late-diagnosed or self-identified autism.