Phillip Wickenden: Neurodiversity and the bumpy ride to inclusivity

After years of self-doubt and recrimination - a personal journey of some joyous successes, punctuated with bouts of anxiety, depression, and an endless and debilitating fog of internal, self-berating noise - I finally understand the misfiring, loop-the-loop escapades of my brain. I'd become so used to the lens through which others saw me that I embraced it with a liberal dose of shame: disorganised, emotional, a whirling dervish of creativity, but unable to remember if I'd completed important tasks. I had never been able to understand why everyone else seemed to cope so much better th...