Get in Touch with Eileen Lamb

Professional overthinker. Full-time chaos coordinator with a glass of wine in my hand, pretending I have my life together on the internet.

I’m the writer, photographer, and mildly feral brain behind The Autism Cafe.
When I am not doing planks while listening to CAS, or spiraling about something at 2 a.m., I am usually:

• answering strangers on the internet who are very offended by nuance

• or trying to hit my protein goals while running my kids to school, therapy or soccer practice

I have a talent for saying the quiet part out loud.
I like topics that make people uncomfortable. I live in that space where people argue in the comments while secretly agreeing with me in my DMs. I use sarcasm, dark humor, and actual nuance. I do not exist to make everyone feel comfortable.

And then there is autism. A big part of my life, but not the only part.

I am autistic. Technically, I am diagnosed with Level 1 autism. To avoid confusion, I often say I have Asperger’s, because there is a world between me and my son, and those realities should not carry the same label like they are interchangeable.

Yes, that is controversial.
Everything is controversial if you say it on the internet.
Cutting through that noise is kind of what I do.

My son Charlie is profoundly autistic and non-speaking.
Jude, who is also diagnosed with Level 1 autism, is my walking soccer commentary and human tactics board.
Billie is my tiny dictator who loves cats, has big main-character energy, and eats Parmesan with a spoon like it is perfectly normal.

I write about autism the way it actually looks in real life.
Not just “quirky genius” and “love is all you need,” but:

• hospital bracelets

• eloping

• swallowed screws

• AAC devices
• IEP meetings

• chalk-eating

• broken laptops

• sensory overload

• and the small, quiet moments of joy that keep you from completely losing it

If you like honesty, a bit of controversy, a lot of sarcasm, and zero fake positivity, you are in the right place.

Welcome to the mess.