On my struggle days I hate autism with a passion, but it’s still a gift. Every day as I write, my words come easily, but trying to find the words when I am speaking to people, is near to impossible. My brain doesn’t work.
Because I have and deal with autism, where it matters, or I have something I want to say that’s important, I struggle to find the words or tell my story in order, based on how the experience happened.
When speaking to someone on the phone, it feels easier when I close my eyes. That helps me focus and allows me to speak coherently. Without being able to close my eyes, I can’t concentrate on what I’m saying, or find the right or appropriate words.
Being autistic, means the world around me is continually overstimulating and I have to stop that. Autism doesn’t make for an easy time, made even harder when everyday we struggle to fit in.
Closing my eyes cuts down on visual sensory input and being a conceptual-thinker it helps me get out what I want to say a little easier, and with more fluidity.