IÂ had a boy nobody knew about: a feeble autistic child. I was barely an adult myself when I put him away. I had no options. And I told no one what I did.
Read my commitment to writing again for Living Amongst Humans.
I discuss the hiatus, my return, and what to expect from me in the future.
I will continue to focus on Autism, bringing into the conversation what I have learned over the years while living amongst humans.
Jim, I just finished reading "Letting Him Out." I'm sorry you've suffered for decades, protecting that little autistic boy inside you. But I'm glad you're considering letting him out of that walled prison you've kept him in all these years. I like knowing the real you.
Thank you, but I don't get enough credit for how well I've done without him. I've accomplished a lot — so much that people don't recognize the sacrifices I've made. They can't see my deep scars. It is so tirin
I have cursed myself, as a matter of survival. As a child, walking past a table of classmates in the cafeteria, and hearing their mocking laughter, I avoided emotional collapse only by — paradoxically — supporting the claims of my tormentors. I distracted myself from their words by doubling down with internal, vile self-indictment. Somehow my uncontrollable mind screams were able to mask the external cruelty.
As a child, I needed three skills to effectively communicate with humans. First was the physical capacity to vocalize. Check. The next requirement was a reasonable vocabulary. Roger. The last ability was putting my voice together with the right language to express myself. Two out of three ain’t bad.
Read my commitment to writing again for Living Amongst Humans.
I discuss the hiatus, my return, and what to expect from me in the future.
I will continue to focus on Autism, bringing into the conversation what I have learned over the years while living amongst humans.
When the People did not exist, when the Land did not exist, when all there was was starlight, it was enough. And so it existed before time started. Timeless, the Stars sang to each other without beat, without rhythm. It was enough.
I study humans as a matter of survival. I need to understand how humans work, because I live in a world full of them. I notice things about them that they don’t recognize themselves. For example, humans define boundaries. It's how they make sense of the world, how they organize it, how they pigeonhole all of its myriad bits.