{"id":137,"date":"2020-04-30T21:43:36","date_gmt":"2020-05-01T04:43:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bookneurd.com\/blog\/?p=137"},"modified":"2021-04-29T21:29:06","modified_gmt":"2021-04-30T04:29:06","slug":"alexandra-vivanco","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bookneurd.com\/alexandra-vivanco\/","title":{"rendered":"Alexandra Vivanco."},"content":{"rendered":"\n
February 28, 1981 – April 19, 2020<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Alexandra Vivanco was a mother, a wife, a friend, an ECE teacher and an advocate for Autism. In high school, Alex and I were part of the same group, but never really got to know each other, in fact, we had trouble finding common ground at times. Funny enough, we would find out years later that we both had a very similar social experience. Last year, at the same time as I discovered autism as a possibility for myself, she began posting about her own journey post diagnosis on Facebook. Finally, I got up the courage to message her, and she revealed to me so much about myself in her own words. <\/p>\n\n\n\n She told me that she always knew she was different, that she never really felt like she fit in anywhere\u2014like she was in the outer circle, rather than the inner circle. She wasn\u2019t bothered by that, particularly; she felt like she was wise beyond her years, and preferred her time alone. <\/p>\n\n\n\n