December 8, 2020

“In the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet.”

That’s how life feels right now. It’s quiet, and not only on my ears.

It’s quiet on my eyes, with most of my time spent in one place. It’s quiet on my skin, only braving the winter air once a week for groceries. It’s quiet in my mind, mostly focused on work and writing – not changing lanes in traffic, or chatting at holiday parties, or…

Yet, there is turmoil all around me. So many have fallen ill. Among those who haven’t, many of us are fighting as hard as we can to stay safe, to brave the storm, to make it through.

It hasn’t touched me. I am safe and calm, precariously, for the moment. I will try to embrace the quiet, and dare to rest.

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.