It’s that time of year, and with it come all the blue things and puzzle pieces. And with those, come the opinions of autistic people, aspies, and their neurotypical families, friends, caretakers, and beloved ones. I’d like to add my one, humble, positive opinion to the mix.
Yesterday, I experienced a profound revelation about myself and why conversation can be so difficult, and it came from an allistic.
Good readers, in the past, I have briefly mentioned a certain special someone in my life. She is the only person on earth who knows who I am off the computer, and more importantly, she’s found a part of me that I didn’t know existed. It’s always been my intention to speak of her often here.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you:
The Impossible Girl.
I love Batman. (I know, it’s about to get a little geeky, but isn’t that what so many of us are anyway? Trust me this relates to conversation, just bear with me.) Continue reading