Ocean Vuong in The New Yorker:
'I had read books that weren’t books, and I had read them using everything but my eyes. From that invisible “reading,” I had pressed my world onto paper. As such, I was a fraud in a field of language, which is to say, I was a writer. I have plagiarized my life to give you the best of me.'
Read the article here.
This is what authors do: plagiarizing life, their life, other people's life.