Like many autistic women, my resting face isn’t naturally smiley. I’d call it neutral, but some people make judgements. One morning, I was walking home with a bag full of lovely local produce for lunch and dinner, enjoying the sunshine and in my own little world. I saw a man up a ladder, cleaning windows, and was about to say good morning to him when he shouted, “cheer up love! It can’t possibly be as bad as that!”