You paid for that performance for decades. Showed up. Held the line. Kept the mask in place long enough to get through the day. Called it coping. Didn't even know it was.
A full-time job nobody hired you for, in a role that was never yours to begin with.
"The mask was load-bearing. Built without a manual, under pressure, for decades. That is not weakness. That is engineering."
You built a career. You learned to look calm in meetings. You learned exactly how much eye contact is normal and how to modulate your voice so no one noticed the effort it cost you.
Then the diagnosis arrived. And the label came with it. But the life didn't change — because nobody told you what to do with it. The frameworks you tried were built for a different brain. They broke in the same places, for the same reasons, every time.
This book begins where the diagnosis ends.