July 17, 2021

I wish I could be in water, without water being on me.

It feels so good, deep in my bones, to move myself through the otherworldly substance, buoyed up by the rhythm of waves or propelled forward in exhilaration as they crash.

Yet it feels so terrible when wet skin meets the air, and trickling droplets transform into sharp pricks by the slightest breath of wind.

Some kinds of heaven are worth going through hell. The ocean, to me, is both.

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.