I’ve been thinking about how I use the word “beautiful,” and noticing that it overlaps a lot with how I use the word “good.”
It isn’t that when things are beautiful, I see them as good. It’s that when things are good, I see them as beautiful.
“Wow, that’s beautiful” is the feeling I get when I’m paying attention to something, and there’s nothing about it I would change, even if I could, because everything seems so good already.
This is what I mean when I say that autistic brains are beautiful. We can try to change our environment in ways that enable us to thrive more, but I sincerely believe that our core neurology is good.
This is also why I write anonymously, at least for now. I’m not insecure about my appearance, but I want to avoid implying that the name or mission of my page has anything to do with how I look.
It’s about my brain, reflected in my words – and the brains of others like me, whether or not they’re currently able to turn thoughts into words.
Our brains are beautiful, because they are good.