I remember the acrid smell of something broken. Salty, sour, it permeated the Gulf Coast air like the scent of some fading electrical fire or burnt gunpowder perhaps. A battle between sky, sea and land with humans in the crucible.
I have lived my life as an Autistic. I only found out aged 46.
I was relieved because it gave me so many answers to questions that had always plagued my existence, but it left me vulnerable. I was suddenly without armour,
Aspergians are often said to be brutally honest. It’s an Asperger’s stereotype that we can’t tell a lie. Recently I started thinking about this, and I realized that at least for me, it’s a little more nuanced than simply being unable to lie. I can