Old memories are always there. Like they happened yesterday.

Some days I just want to climb inside my own skin and hide.

That sad sinking feeling you get when you don't fit in even with other autistics

Don't be sad that I'm autistic. Love me for who I am. All of me. Some things are difficult for me but I'm okay as I am.

I look out onto this world I'm in and hope that one day all people will be accepted and valued as they are.

I could sum up my younger life in one word.-Misunderstanding. Most of my school life was spend in protection mode. Which made any 'benefit' I could get from socializing, useless.

Standing alone, walking my own path. Rearranging my thoughts. Pushing worries away. Climbing out of the fog, towards freedom of mind.

Dreaming is escaping. Daydreaming is a form of self protection. Dissociation is Survival

It's lovely. I hate it.

Set the goal, adjust the goal when needed, and stay locked in on the goal.

There's nothing like a mission to save the world to liven up a vacation.

In order to join vigorously in the moral work of the world I must believe that somehow the best I can accomplish will endure, will leave its trace on things, will aid the final consummation.

Vice is a creature of such hideous mien... that the more you see it the better you like it

The older a fool is, the worse he is.

To read without joy is stupid.

I wrote Sophies World in three months, but I was only writing and sleeping. I work for 14 hours a day when Im working on a book.

The Latina in me is an ember that blazes forever.

Blud's thicker than water.