Speaking is hard.

If anyone were to come up to me in person and start talking, they’d get someone who speaks in a blustering, random kind of way. Someone who can’t string together a phrase or a sentence. Someone who appears smart, well educated, but speaks awful odd. I don’t know what its called, if anything. I just … More Speaking is hard.

A letter to autism

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’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.