I was diagnosed with autism as an adult. Here is where the box idea came from.
As a child, I couldn’t figure out how to connect with anyone. I felt like I was locked inside a glass box. People could see me, but they couldn’t get close, couldn’t hear me speak. Everywhere I went, I looked like everyone else, but I was different. Separate.
I tried forever to get out of this glass box. I tried to punch holes in it so I could breathe. I banged on the side, imploring people to see me, look at me, hear me.
But they just walked past.
Eventually, I was referred to a doctor who diagnosed me with autism. That was the first crack in the box.
Then, I met other autistic people. Another crack.
Then, I started realizing that different was not less.
Finally, I accepted that who I was was worthwhile and that I just connected to people in a different way.
My confinement shattered. I am no longer in a glass box.
Welcome to my autism blog.