Anyone reading this will, if willing to open their mind, have a rare glimps into an incredible mind. A mind who sees the world through eyes that allow beauty to sparkle with extra lustre. No ordinary mind can do that.
Some might say that's a blessing, but I say, at what price... would we want to live behind the magical looking Glass forever?
Finding your way out into our world is nothing short of a miracle. Being able to harness your unique strength and become successful defies belief. You have and yet you know about the looking Glass, it's wonder, and its confinement.
There are many, so many others put there that live in solitude, seeing the world, their world as a lonely place of wonder. Will they escape? Perhaps they choose to stay, away from loud angry sound and images.
Larry, you are amazing and I thank you for being here with us, sharing your autistic journey.
This piece really touched me and Larry has shared with us a totally unique perspective of the world from a mind that’s wired differently but is no less brilliant. What really struck me (and Larry forgive me for referencing your age) is that autism today is a familiar word, and even those of us that may not know much about it, have some inkling of the many ways in which autism manifests itself. When Larry was a child, there was very little understanding of any such condition, and the labels imposed on autistic people (I can only begin to imagine the comments from ignorant people) and the general treatment thereof, would have been more debilitating than the condition itself! Although this is a sad, reflective piece, I really enjoyed the fascinating glimpse of the world seen from a totally different angle. Thank you for sharing something that’s so deeply personal. :-) x
Kitty, you have put the name to my childhood: ignorance. Ignorance of what I was experiencing, ignorance of how to deal with it. The thing I still cannot understand and yet am happy of in the long run, is that my parents allowed my sisters to translate for me. When they married & moved away is when they started my speech therapy. I still remember my therapist- totally not accepting anything but attention yet so kind she drew me out.