Stories from the Autism Spectrum.
by m kelter
I don’t know. I suppose there is a theme here. Possibly.
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I’ve never been able to remember what I look like. I can look in a mirror and think, Oh yeah, that’s me. For a split second, it’s always kind of a shock to see my reflection, but then I understand, it’s just me.
by m kelter
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I went to a psychologist one time and said, “I don’t have body language.” We spent about four years hashing that one out.
One time she asked if we could talk about my gait. She said, “When you walk, your arms never move.” And they don’t, they just hang there like pointless, arm-shaped curtains.