I have known I was different from the day I set foot in Missus Lanier’s first-grade classroom in Euston Elementary.
For someone who hates peopling, this morning walk was a surprising revelation.
How the simple kindness of escorting a young friend home turned into a nightmare assault on my senses.
Does life have meaning? Are there signs?
Leaving the house, even to do things that you love can be challenging when you are autistic.