I sometimes shock the people around me with how I see things. I come up with very unique solutions to things. As I can picture things in my mind and move them around to design and understand them.
My fear is if i lower my mask will people accept me?
I'm okay with who I am.You might not understand me. That's okay as I don't understand you.We can still be friends, we just have to accept our differences.
She felt lost and misunderstood. She felt like she was drowning. Overwhelmed. Unaccepted. Alone.
I am now a faded image of my former being,I let that persona go.I like myself for who I am and I choose to be, me.
I guess you were not my friend then, that's okay. I can see my true self, I can see yours, now. I guess that you did not look hard enough at mine. Or you would never have let me go.
Sometimes there are not the right words for my thoughts. Speech feels like it's not a natural way to communicate. This is when typing the words makes my thoughts come out easier.
I don't have to look at your eyes to listen that's whatmy ears are for.
Stop assuming I don't have any emotions. My inner thoughts might not be easily seen on my face. I do think and feel.
Before my diagnosis.I used to be a collection of other people.An Actress,Now I'm finding out who I actually am.It's been a journey, but I have made it.
I'll always be there for you.I promise to protect and nurture you.Hopefully one day soon, true Autism acceptance will besomething that just is.
Conversations sometimes are so hard to follow.People are so confusing with the wrong facialexpressions for their words.
Sometimes I don't have enough energy to be social. I need time alone to recover from the last time I went out.
When my anxiety is really bad, the fast beating of my heart makes my body feel like it rocks back and forth.
When I was very young I thought I was just like everyone else. I think it took me longer than most to realize I was different and even longer to realize that being different was what made me great