I find contentment in the fact I am different. Different is good. Little things give me joy too. I am lucky I work in a vaguely autistic supportive environment, a school where diversity is celebrated, among the students and by extension, among the staff too, which helps.
I agree, the one thing I feel when I’m watching people interact and go about their robotic lives is see that they are all so alike. This annoys me so much, and I feel angry inside that they are so blinded that they cannot see it either. Being different is a gift, it’s not great sometimes but I honestly wouldn’t change who I am.
What gets me is how everyone seems to look and act the same. Wear the same clothes, follow the crowd, do the same things. I see the Other People and remind myself how glad I am I am not like them. The one thing I try to encourage in my children is to march to the beat of their own drum.
What gets me is how everyone seems to look and act the same. Wear the same clothes, follow the crowd, do the same things. I see the Other People and remind myself how glad I am I am not like them. The one thing I try to encourage in my children is to march to the beat of their own drum.
