Tallulah Willis, the youngest daughter of Demi Moore and Bruce Willis, has revealed her autism diagnosis, inspired in part by her father’s courageous battle with frontotemporal dementia
In a heartfelt social media post, the 30-year-old shared a childhood memory of her dad carrying her on the red carpet, hinting at a personal revelation about her adult diagnosis.
A Candid Moment on Instagram
Tallulah, one of three daughters of Bruce Willis, 69, and Demi Moore, 61, posted a nostalgic video of herself as a child, playfully engaging with her father at a film premiere.
Encouraging her 408,000 followers to participate in the conversation, she captioned the March 15th clip: “Tell me you’re autistic without telling me you’re autistic [sic].”
Fans quickly responded, expressing admiration for the sweet father-daughter moment while others, familiar with autism traits, noted her behaviors and Bruce’s gentle reaction.
“Your dad is truly special, and so are you. The way he stayed calm and just kept holding you is beautiful,” one user commented. Another added, “In your defense, shaved heads can be just as soothing as a Japanese Zen garden.”
A third wrote, “His concern for your feelings is pure magic. I’m so glad you have these moments captured forever.”
Tallulah’s Diagnosis
One of the most notable responses came from a psychologist specializing in neurodivergent conditions, who asked if she had been diagnosed as a child.
Tallulah replied, “This is the first time I’m sharing my diagnosis publicly. I found out this summer, and it has completely changed my life.”
Her response resonated with many, as autism spectrum disorder (ASD) is often diagnosed in childhood, but many—especially women—go undiagnosed until adulthood.
Recognizing Stimming
The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) describes ASD as a developmental condition that affects communication, social interactions, and often includes repetitive behaviors or specific interests.
Tallulah’s sister, Scout LaRue Willis, 32, commented on the video, noting that her younger sister was “stimming”—a term used to describe repetitive movements or actions that help individuals with autism regulate sensory experiences.
“Dude, the ear curl,” Tallulah responded, pointing out the moment she playfully folded her father’s ear, which made him smile. “I wish we had better audio.”
Supporting Bruce Willis
Tallulah, Scout, and their older sister Rumer Willis, 35, have been a pillar of love and support for their father as he faces aphasia and frontotemporal dementia (FTD).
Bruce’s wife, Emma Heming Willis, has also shared touching insights into his character, writing, “Being in his arms is the safest place in the world. He’s a true gentleman, full of love to give and share. That’s the Bruce I see every day.”
At this time, Tallulah has not shared further details about her diagnosis, but her openness has sparked meaningful conversations about autism awareness and late diagnoses.
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We Cut the Cake at Our Gender Reveal Party, and It Turned Out Black, My MIL, Dressed in Black, Stood Aside and Cried
As Misha and Jerry sliced into the cake at their gender reveal party, expecting to see a telltale blue or pink sponge, they were shocked to find the cake was black inside. As they recovered from the surprise, they finally understood why Jerry’s mother, Nancy, had made such an odd choice—though the reason was even more absurd than they could have imagined.
This was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of our lives. After two years of trying, endless doctor visits, and more tears than I could count, we were finally pregnant. It felt like everything was falling into place, like the universe had finally decided to give us our happily ever after.
“This is it, Misha,” Jerry said to me the night before the party. “We’re finally going to complete our family.”
“I know,” I said, smiling. “I can’t wait for our little one to come and turn our world upside down.”
We wanted to make the gender reveal special, so we decided on a big party. We invited family from both sides, hired a bakery for the cake, and handed the ultrasound results to Jerry’s mom, Nancy. She was thrilled to be in charge.
“I’ve got everything under control, Misha,” Nancy promised. “I’ll take care of the cake and get a special gift for my grandbaby. I just know it’s going to be a girl—I’m ready to spoil her rotten!”
Nancy had been eager to be involved ever since we announced the pregnancy, so it felt good to let her handle the cake. I was grateful she felt included.
As my mom and I set up for the party, the house was transformed into a Pinterest-perfect setting—pink and blue balloons tied to every chair, platters of food arranged on the table, and a banner that read, “He or She? Let’s See!” It was everything I had ever dreamed of.
The final touch was the beautiful white cake at the center of the room, ready for the big reveal. Jerry’s whole family was there—his cousins, brother, aunt—filling the house with excitement and chatter.
When Nancy arrived, I noticed she was dressed all in black. It struck me as strange, but I didn’t think much of it. Maybe she thought black was slimming or elegant. Who knew?
As everyone gathered around the cake, the energy in the room buzzed with anticipation. Phones were out, cameras ready to capture the big moment.
Jerry put his arm around me. “Ready?” he whispered.
“Let’s do this,” I grinned.
The countdown began.
“Three… two… one!”
We cut into the cake, expecting to see pink or blue inside. But when we pulled out the first slice, the room went silent. The cake was pitch black.
Not a hint of pink. Not a touch of blue. Just black.
My heart sank. Was this some kind of joke? No one was laughing. Everyone stood frozen, unsure whether to keep recording or put their phones down.
I glanced at Jerry, who looked just as confused as I felt. Then my eyes landed on Nancy, standing off to the side. She was dressed head to toe in black—black dress, black scarf, black shoes—and now she looked like she was… crying?
“Nancy?” I called out, frowning.
She wiped her eyes with a tissue, her makeup smudging. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t know what else to do.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice rising. “Why would you order a black cake?”
Jerry stepped in, his confusion turning to frustration. “Mom, what’s going on?”
Nancy dabbed at her eyes, trembling. “It’s not about the cake. It’s what I was told… I couldn’t risk it.”
“What are you talking about?” Jerry asked, his patience wearing thin.
Nancy took a deep breath. “Ten years ago, I visited a fortune teller with my sister. She told me something terrifying—that if my first grandchild was a boy, it would destroy your family, Jerry. And I’d be struck with a terrible illness.”
The room gasped. Jerry’s jaw dropped. “You’ve believed that nonsense for ten years?”
Nancy nodded, wringing her hands. “I know it sounds crazy, but I couldn’t ignore it. She was famous in our town—everyone said her predictions were always right.”
I stared at her, stunned. “So you sabotaged our gender reveal because of a fortune teller?”
Nancy hung her head. “I thought if it was a boy, maybe the black cake would… stop the curse. I even put bay leaves in it, hoping it would change something.”
I pressed my fingers to my temple, trying to process the absurdity. I knew Nancy could be a bit eccentric, but this? This was beyond anything I’d imagined.
Jerry let out a sharp breath. “Mom, you let a con artist control your decisions for ten years?”
Nancy’s lip quivered as she crumbled under the weight of her fear. “I was terrified of losing you. I couldn’t bear the thought that something bad would happen to your family because of me.”
Before anyone could respond, Jerry’s cousin Megan, who had been scrolling through her phone, chimed in.
“Wait, was it J. Morris? That fortune teller?”
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