A letter to Autism. Yes. I used that name. Because I dislike that name. No sense in toning it down here. Call you what you are. I don’t like you. No, more than that. I don’t see you as “just another quality of me.” I hate you. I hate that I’m burdened with knowing you … More A letter to autism
I’m an observer. I observe more than interact. This quality has major benefits for my job as a researcher. I sit back, a step removed, and observe the situation. I don’t meddle with my experiment as its happening. I watch. I don’t judge it, telling it how it *should* be or change something to get … More I’m an observer.
I don’t think I like the rain. Parts of me do, but parts really don’t. At first glance, its a constant noise, drumming on the roof. But when you “hear closer,” its non stop movement. Static. Ups and downs, a constant motion. So much energy all wrapped up into one noise. That energy ticks my … More The rain tickles- sensory processing