Settling into my beloved spot, I watch him move about the kitchen wiping away the dirt and dust that has made a home in my soul. He cleans the cupboards, which store my memories of childhood, scraping out the…
Knowing My Thinking Defines Me, Not My Autism or Disability, Brings Peace
I am only defined by what I think about at any given time. So often, I forget that I look different and don’t realize I live a different way. It is funny how often I look into the mirror and I am…