
The Invisible Tax: When “Support” Becomes a Second Job Part 2
Kindness does not compensate for systems that depend on people quietly absorbing harm. What has kept me sane is not resilience in isolation, but community.

Kindness does not compensate for systems that depend on people quietly absorbing harm. What has kept me sane is not resilience in isolation, but community.

I’d spent decades feeling like I was translating conversations in real time – until I realised empathy isn’t one skill, it’s a dialect, and I’d been speaking a different one all along.

There is a category of labour that never appears on a job description, yet for families like mine, it is a full-time occupation.

When I was younger, I already knew I was different – I didn’t yet have the language to explain it. That understanding didn’t come officially until much later.

I didn’t “become” neurodivergent at 36. I just finally had the language to understand myself. The diagnosis was relief first, then grief for the younger me who thought they were failing at life, when really they were navigating the world with an unsupported disability.

I am a 23-year-old autistic and ADHD journalist from Leicester, shaped by growing up in a neurodivergent family – four siblings, four corners of a square. My lived experience drives my work to amplify voices and create change.
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