Alone Time Is Not Lonely Time.


In the evening, they go in their darkened room and no sounds emerge. During lunch on a field trip, they find a low, secluded, shady bush, crawl under it, and eat alone. They sit high in a tree over a creek in an empty park and read a book. They take the hidden seat in the restaurant, far from all the other patrons. Why are these people with Asperger’s Syndrome alone?
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