October 9, 2020

I generally dislike being in a body. Everything is always too cold, or too hot. Too wobbly, or too firm. Too tight, or tingling in need of compression. It’s very rarely just right.

But then there are moments when the outdoor air is exactly as warm as my skin, and the breeze feels like a caress, and the sunshine feels like being held, and I believe that bodies must be the most marvelous invention in history.

It’s as if I was born a princess, and a fairy came to my christening and told everyone, “She will FEEL!” Was it a good gift? Yes, and no, and sometimes both at once.

P.S. I write from my personal experience as an autistic. What I share is not a substitute for advice from an autistic medical professional. Also, some of my opinions have changed since I first wrote them.