This is autism.

Sometimes I can’t talk, but I can think.
Sometimes I can’t think, but I can feel.
Sometimes I don’t fit in.
Sometimes I am just like you.

This is autism.

Thoughts crash.

Never-ending attempts to organize the world into separate parts.

The lines are blurred.

When all things are one, everything fits together.

When one thing is many, blurred lines clash, and overlap defies logic.

This is autism.

An explosion of color and light and sound and texture.

Every tiny detail is a universe I can get lost in forever.

I try to learn your ways and to teach you mine.

We all have something to learn and to share.