I think about this a lot. Too much of me is angelic to sometimes be a good human.
“What do I mean by this?” you might be thinking. Well, I believe we are all angels with varying degrees of how in touch we are with the angel inside. I believe that a lot of autistics are more in touch with their angelicness.
Having a diverse sensory system has been a blessing and allows me to experience things you may not. So just because you don’t experience what I experience, don’t discount it as possible.
Joyfully damaged is one way I describe myself. I would not want to be any other way. Well, there are moments I do think “Damn my crazy out of control body”, but that is only human.
Dancing with my crazy body is 100% a chore. I am limited to what I can and can’t do, sure. However, I would not want to give up how I perceive things for a body that behaves or a mouth that speaks purposefully. Far be it from me to waste my energy with wishing for another body. I would rather use that energy to further my ability to control the body I have.
Sometimes being me means being misunderstood. People see me toe walking, jumping and running, screaming or being loud, watching little kid videos or playing repeat what I say with mommy, etcetera, and they see a boy being badly behaved or a less than normal boy. They don’t see me.
The caring listener, loyal friend, joy-filled non-speaker, giving and intelligent human.
Perception guides how we interact, but what if all 100% humans could drop their learned filters and see each other for who they truly are. What kind of planet would we live on then?