Some days I just want to climb inside my own skin and hide.

Old memories are always there. Like they happened yesterday.

That sad sinking feeling you get when you don't fit in even with other autistics

Don't be sad that I'm autistic. Love me for who I am. All of me. Some things are difficult for me but I'm okay as I am.

I look out onto this world I'm in and hope that one day all people will be accepted and valued as they are.

I could sum up my younger life in one word.-Misunderstanding. Most of my school life was spend in protection mode. Which made any 'benefit' I could get from socializing, useless.

Standing alone, walking my own path. Rearranging my thoughts. Pushing worries away. Climbing out of the fog, towards freedom of mind.

Dreaming is escaping. Daydreaming is a form of self protection. Dissociation is Survival

I find talking difficult as my brain goes much faster than I can say the words. So most of the time my sentences are all jumbled up. That's why I have a collection of phrases I've stored and mostly just use those instead.