Dear Journal,
Being on the Autism Spectrum is like being an alien. An alien from the planet of Autis.
Because the planet is larger than even Jupiter, it is sparsely populated- which suits the residents just fine. Each country has only a few people in it, but there are thousands of countries.
In my home country, hugs are okay, and people are quiet.
There is very little conversation in passing, and even that is communicated primarily by touch and gesture.
Eye contact is considered rude, except when communicating a very strong emotion. (Kind of like the primates on Earth.)
Our lights are rather dim, because we dislike the searing pain that bright light brings. Frequently, we have no lights on at all.
And when we sing, we always sing on key.
But these rules vary from country to country; some countries have outlawed touch, or are not as sensitive to light as we are. But none of us judge the other country's customs to be supeIrior or inferior. We are all different, but we are all equal.
Wrote that awhile ago. I think I'm going to turn it into a short story, somehow.
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