Two years ago, before the damage to my brain last year, I was a more prolific writer, fueled in no small part by the newness of the discovery that I was almost assuredly on the Asperger’s/autism spectrum, a theory that would be confirmed about 6 weeks later by a licensed professional.
When one is found to be on the Asperger’s/autism spectrum later in life, much water has rushed under the bridge. The later the discovery, the more “reframing” one finds themself (purposeful spelling) doing, in attempt to make order and sense of their life lived thus far through perception with greater clarity. Suddenly, with such a discovery, may come the need for everything–one’s entire timeline–to be re-ordered, reassessed against a different measuring stick. The “why”s and “how”s often emerge out of the woodwork.
And two years ago today, I had written a reflection on having gone through school, especially elementary/primary…
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