Blog:The Silent Wave- How it feels to live in my autistic world

Come, my pretties.  I’m picking up hitchhikers today, in the safest of senses.  We’re not climbing into my truck; we’re climbing into my brain.

My brain can be perceived as a map, with different towns representing concepts, subjects, and miscellaneous thoughts.  The roads between them link them together in unusual ways, with scenic winding routes and express, direct flights between towns one might not expect, but somehow manage to make sense.

It’s a busy place,

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