>Well, I don’t know what to say. That little “write, write, WRITE!” voice is sounding in my head, but I just don’t know what to say, so I can’t write.
But in the meantime, check out this site (fixed the link, I think) about 50 blogs you should bookmark during Autism Awareness Month. Scroll down, oh, halfway?
And here come the words, now. You see, my goal is to be heard and to make a difference. It almost sounds silly, doesn’t it? An autistic girl who doesn’t work, can hardly volunteer, and can’t leave the house without help… wants to make a difference? Why, yes, I do.
I want to have a voice, if only behind my computer. When I was in partial, we did a thing on self esteem, and we read a piece that said things like, “I have a body, but I am not my body. I have a mind, but I am not my mind. I have thoughts, but I am not my thoughts.” I left wondering… well then what am I? But I just found the answer to that question. I am my words. My words are me.