Prologue

March 26th, 2023.

Today, I am taking my first breath as my whole self. This moment feels both fragile and profound, as if I’ve cracked open the shell of an egg that has encased me my entire life. For 43 years, I’ve been performing, adapting, and folding myself into the narrow shapes expected of me. But now, for the first time, I am standing here—bare, electric, and vulnerable—meeting myself as I truly am. This is the moment I say, “Hello, Done.”

“Hello, Done” is not a finish line or a declaration of completion—it’s a moment of arrival. It’s the recognition that I am done with the masks, the contortions, the endless erasure of myself to fit into spaces that were never meant for me. It’s a simple yet profound acknowledgment: I am done hiding. I am done surviving. I am ready to live as my full, authentic self.

This revelation is monumental yet terrifying. I’ve always been afraid of rejection, of the sharp sting of judgment and isolation that follows when people see too much of me. My body remembers every hurt, every sideways glance that said, “You don’t belong.” But this time, I’m choosing to step forward anyway. Not because I’m fearless, but because I’m tired of hiding. The risk of being seen pales in comparison to the exhaustion of erasing myself.

What I am uncovering isn’t just a singular truth but a kaleidoscope of identities: autistic, ADHD, gifted, complex. Each facet reveals something about how I’ve moved through the world, how I’ve survived it, and how I’ve misunderstood myself along the way. I’m embracing the multidimensionality of my being—my intense curiosity, my boundless creativity, my sharp intellect—and daring to believe that there is space for all of it.

This story is not linear. It’s raw, vulnerable, and real—written in real time as I navigate the discovery of my neurocomplexity. It began the moment I knew—viscerally, without a shadow of a doubt—that I am autistic. It wasn’t a quiet realization but a thunderclap, a full-body knowing that shook the foundations of everything I thought I understood about myself.

To some, this process might appear selfish. I’ve heard the whispers: “Why now? Why make this about you?” But the truth is, for most of my life, I wasn’t allowed to center myself. I was the one who bent, contorted, and silenced my needs to make others comfortable. Now, I am reclaiming that space—not just to heal but to exist fully. This is my life. And my life is valuable.

For too long, stories like mine have been undervalued, dismissed, or commodified without consent. I want to make something abundantly clear: this is not a free-for-all. My experiences are not fodder for casual consumption or armchair analysis. This story has a price tag, and it’s worth every penny. If you want to walk alongside me on this journey—to witness my unfolding, my becoming—subscribe to Omnisyntra.

By subscribing, you are not just gaining access to my story; you are valuing it, honoring it, and supporting the act of storytelling as a form of liberation. This is my life, written as it happens—a messy, nonlinear journey—a quiet revolution. And it’s only just beginning.

Chapter 1: Hello, My Name is Sher

Hello, done!

Hello, my name is Sher, and I am a system—a brilliant, messy, intricate system of parts that took me 43 years to understand. For most of my life, I thought I was broken, caught in a cycle of trying to piece myself together in ways that never quite fit. But “Hello, Done” is my declaration: I am done with believing I am less than whole. I am done with the story that I need to be fixed.

Now I know I’m whole, even if the world hasn’t caught up to that truth yet.