That sad sinking feeling you get when you don't fit in even with other autistics

Some days I just want to climb inside my own skin and hide.

Old memories are always there. Like they happened yesterday.

Don't be sad that I'm autistic. Love me for who I am. All of me. Some things are difficult for me but I'm okay as I am.

I look out onto this world I'm in and hope that one day all people will be accepted and valued as they are.

I could sum up my younger life in one word.-Misunderstanding. Most of my school life was spend in protection mode. Which made any 'benefit' I could get from socializing, useless.

Standing alone, walking my own path. Rearranging my thoughts. Pushing worries away. Climbing out of the fog, towards freedom of mind.

Dreaming is escaping. Daydreaming is a form of self protection. Dissociation is Survival

Every New Yorker thinks they’re automatically better than everyone else in every other city on the planet: even their unnems were a better class of beggars.

There is no weapon in the end as difficult to overcome as the tongue of an enemy.

Moths are the ones that freak me out. It's something to do with the way that, if they get squashed, they turn to dust. There's something very wrong about that. It all feels a bit Gothic.

Christ cared enough for sinners to die for them. Do we care enough for sinners to live to reach them?

Now that I am conscious of the world of chronic pain, when I see somebody walking down the street who's having trouble, I feel a sadness for them. I notice.

We can't experience all that Heaven has to offer until we renounce all that the world offers in its place.

I want to show people my appeal through my simplicity rather than being 'I'm good looking; I know how to dress' that kind of way.

She talked to me like I was just like any other student, not a kid in a wheelchair.

Once you stop believing in Santa Claus, the whole world just goes downhill.

As a woman, I have no country