So I got to thinking last night. “What does Autism actually look like?” I know people are probably going to get pissed at me for this post, and that is ok. But to me, Autism has no shape or form. It just…is. To me, Autism looks, corny as it sounds…human. To me, Autism looks like a 27 year old man at an agency typing in his blog, loving life and, as of writing this post, listening to Celtic music. I feel I am Autism. To me, Autism looks like me. It looks like the love of my life. I feel Autism has no one identity. It looks like you. It looks like me. It looks like the best thing that could have ever happened to me. It looks beaten down, but hopeful. It looks like a person who wants so badly to start their own life and not rely on SSI or their parents for everything for the rest of their lives.
Autism is what it is. I look like Autism, if that makes any sense and unselfish. I seriously could care less about what it looks like or what shape or form it takes. It is unique and it is wonderful in its own weird, quirky, Autistic way.
As always, thanks for reading.