Autism

  • Terrible

    Life has been terrible since I stopped breathing. Stopped writing, that is. Stopped opening my heart and setting the truth of it free. My soul aches at times like these, but I smile and I laugh, and I excuse life… Continue reading

  • The River and Me

    The river became me. Doesn’t everyone feel the river like a pure cold balm? Perfect in essence. Sure in flow. I am I. But I know the river deeper because… I am Autistic. I am different in the way I… Continue reading

  • Autistic

    I will go to her too-white office, and she will smile from behind her desk of all-knowing. Then she will tell me I am Autistic. (Or something like it.) I will say to her, I understand, and yes: I do… Continue reading