August 15, 2021

I am, in the most literal sense, self-centered. My internal experiences, both analytical and sensory, are always at the center of my attention, with external events swirling around secondarily.

Self-centered doesn’t mean selfish, but our culture often conflates them. So, for many years, I had a nagging sense of guilt for not thinking about others as often as I think about myself.

I care about other people, and I show it, but they just don’t take up as much space in my brain. Until a few years ago, I feared that was a mark against my character.

This page erased that fear, and I am forever grateful. Your appreciation, over the years I’ve been writing, has taught me that my constant introspection is valuable, for how it illuminates what’s happening inside you and your loved ones.

Thank you for teaching me that the way I am is good. ❤

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.