Opinion

There was a year, around a decade and a half ago, in which my friend and I saw live music most weeks. We saw Sia – either on a stage at festivals like Homebake, or in her own solo gigs – around half a dozen times that year. And while it wasn’t a factor worth mentioning, I always assumed she was neurodivergent. Stimming, atypical social interactions (which we all loved), hyperfixations on glow-in-the-dark paint and[…]