Throughout my life when I was asked to describe myself, I constantly had no clue as to what to do. I had masked myself into a corner, To myself I was even a foreigner. Then at thirty-one the dials on the locks began to click, Suddenly it all fell into place so quick. How…
Where Am I When I Am in My Head?
Where am I when I am in my head? That is a pretty specific question! I tell you, I’m not like any other Autistic! But then again, no Autistic is like any other Autistic! How about non-Autistics? Are you, whether you are Autistic or not, like anyone else? I’d like to think I’m like some…