Friday, November 1, 2013

A Story Told In Autism

Abby posts A Story Told In Autism on Autistic Abby Writes

I hear a good song, and I want to play it thirty times, until I’ve memorized each curve, each wave of warm and cold. It moves me, it sways me, it pulls me to pieces. Let’s ride this roller coaster again.
We’re here! Time to interact?
Do as I would be done by? Okay. I don’t want people to look at me so I won’t look at them. (Their eyes catch, like a wool blanket on a scab.)

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