Do you ever cry?

I don’t cry commonly, in fact I had thought that I had grown out of it, but I did get a little teary as a lost child might, when I had received my autistic diagnosis. You see I think that I had spent so much time, accepting my fate and the reality that I was not meant to fork-lightning. That I had just been holding my breath and accepting my fate with a straight-back, when the my diagnosis came along, that despairing catacomb that was my psyche, broke open into a whole new frontier, so I found myself breathlessly weeping in a shower. To be in despair is to be as stable as slave might be, but to be granted freedom and presented with real-change and opportunities, just made me feel as a child-escaped to a desert might feel, free but also in the unknown.

I don’t cry commonly, in fact I had thought that I had grown out of it, but I did get a little teary as a lost child might, when I had received my autistic diagnosis. You see I think that I had spent so much time, accepting my fate and the reality that I was not meant to fork-lightning. That I had just been holding my breath and accepting my fate with a straight-back, when the my diagnosis came along, that despairing catacomb that was my psyche, broke open into a whole new frontier, so I found myself breathlessly weeping in a shower. To be in despair is to be as stable as slave might be, but to be granted freedom and presented with real-change and opportunities, just made me feel as a child-escaped to a desert might feel, free but also in the unknown.

DeSpereaux said:

made me feel as a child-escaped to a desert might feel, free but also in the unknown.

Into an unknown, but in the company of many friends who know the ways, how to avoid the traps and pitfalls and who can light the way so we walk together.