Caragh always knew she was different. She didn’t know why.

She wore masks to fit in - quiet but not shy, smart but not understood, strong but “too much.”

Labelled aloof, anxious, difficult. Later: bipolar. Eventually, autistic.

None of the labels ever fully fit. But all of them stuck.

Behind them was a girl fighting to belong.

From humble beginnings to Olympic heights, Caragh’s journey was a triumph, yet she often felt lonely and misunderstood. Her autism diagnosis didn’t define her - it freed her.

It gave her permission to stop shrinking. To start unmasking. To be herself.

Beyond labels. Beyond limits.

Because the real victory wasn’t in the diagnosis, it was always in her.