February 5, 2019

I like being polite. But it becomes harder when information comes at me too fast to keep up. My brain panics a little, like I’ve been pushed out of a tree and am grasping for branches as I fall.

This morning, a coworker started asking me a detailed question without any context. I wish I’d …

February 4, 2019

What does it mean to “fit in”?

It means your appearance and behaviors match the mold of a given social circle.

Why would anyone want that?

Because sameness leads to acceptance, which leads to connection, which leads to belonging.

Why aren’t differences accepted too?

They are, just not by everyone. If you’re brave enough to …

February 3, 2019

My parents did a lot of things right.

They told me “I love you” from morning till night, with every hello and every goodbye. Their actions proved it too, but I wasn’t the sort of child who could infer hidden messages, so I appreciated the clear words. I always returned them, too – a warm …

February 3, 2019

As a child, I called myself a poet, because I noticed things that others didn’t, and tried my best to put them into rhyming words.

As a child, I also felt misunderstood, or only partially understood, by most people, most of the time.

It turns out that symbolic poetry is not the best form of …

February 3, 2019

In elementary school, I got A’s in most classes. I sometimes turned assignments in late, before finally learning to use a planner in middle school, but my “creativity” earned me bonus points that made up for it.

The one exception was gym class, where I got C’s. For everyone else, it was the easiest class …

February 2, 2019

The power has been out at my house the past two days, for urgent electrical work. The heat is working, but none of the lights or outlets are.

This is stressful for typical reasons – food is spoiling in the fridge, I can only use my computer at a coffee shop, and evening activities are …

February 1, 2019

My last post included the phrase “the depths of despair,” which is a quote from the character Anne of Green Gables. I’m not sure if she’s autistic, but the scene is still worth quoting in full, as an example of a dialogue that aims to bridge the gap between two different neurotypes.

The effort is …

February 1, 2019

Autistics never “overreact.” If you see us react strongly to something, it usually means that we do feel that strongly about it.

A child who sounds like they’re plummeting to the depths of despair? They may literally feel that way.

A teenager who won’t budge when ordered to do something? They may literally be paralyzed …

January 31, 2019

It can be hard to recognize something as a “special interest” – a passion so strong that it counts as an autistic symptom – if the interest itself doesn’t have a precise label, or if you’ve never learned the label.

Two of my special interests are like that: Phenomenology and storybookishness.

I was surprised when …

January 29, 2019

Someone who knows me very well says that he imagines the inside of my brain like the interior of a castle.

Stained glass windows stretch all the way up the walls of its grandest room, spilling colorful light onto rows of desks where scribes sit typing. What they write gets sent up pneumatic tubes, to …