Not everyone will agree with what a non-fiction author writes, but we all have a right to know about our life and talk about how we feel.
The truth is that without knowing, exploring or understanding our experiences, we may never feel whole or comfortable with ourselves, or our life. Being able to talk about what we deal with means we can have a more peaceful life.
I remember all my struggles, how I presented, struggling to understand myself. As a small child, in school I struggled to make friends, found it difficult to mix, and to initiate conversations. Autism had everything to do with it.
Now I know everything I need to know about my disability that should help me feel better about my life, but it doesn’t. All it does is bring understanding. Fifty-eight years on, and how I got to know about my disability will never heal.
I keep going back to my disability, how I got to this place, my struggles in school, my struggles in every day life. How do you reconcile experiences that we’re allowed to run and run? I don’t think you do.
Too much water under the bridge. That part of my life can never be put right, even with the understanding. I’ve lived a difficult life.