Dear Reader,
Hi! I don't know if, when you read this, if I even still touch this book. Or even if people go back and read the whole book, even if they're behind...But I thought in would write this.
This is a Letter from an Aspie.
You walk past is every day. You smile and laugh, completely unaware that an Aspie, observant, quiet, is watching. Not because they are creepy, or have nothing better to do.
No.
They watch and long. Long to be able to connect to people the way you do, interact to easily with the world that they have been disconnected from. They watch and quietly take notes.
That loud, obnoxious girl who played roughly with others? An Aspie who took interaction notes from a group of boys, or grew up playing rough, who can't help her loud voice, even though she tried? She longs to fit her square mentality into the round holes of society, just so she won't have to feel exhausted, dealing with the remarks they have thrown at her.
That girl who gets along better with those on the other sides of technological conversations, is constantly judged and made fun of because was was friendly, she stuck up for someone, interacted the wrong way, because it was her way of greeting, and finds it easier to be friends with someone who will never see who she truly is, and that way, she can try and hide that part of herself that drives others away. She longs to be able to hold a relationship like that in real life, face to face.
That Aspie girl who would rather spend her time writing or reading than talking, had found it easier to immerse yourself in a world where the characters are loves a d revered for the same features that make her shunned by the outside world. Delve into a world where, even if you are dysfunctional around normal society, you are admired. All she wants is acceptance, she she does what she can to at least pretend she is.
That Aspie girl that cries over stupid little things, even if they are insignificant to you because she had gotten over stimulated in a bad way. She longs for a brain that didn't make her cry over stupid things, like and adult waving away your plans.
That Aspie girl that screamed for you to stop whistling because she didn't want a melt down in the middle of class. And girl that pleaded for you to stop. The same girl you ignored and kept torturing, all because it was funny to you to watch a girl who can barely socialise pushed towards a place she never wants to go. She wants to be able to be around people without the constantly fear that overstimulation will get to her and she will freak out.
That girl who is constantly touching you, hand on your shoulder, who constantly hits you when she plays? She is an Aspie with a Physical Touch love language. She is an Aspie who is insuring that you are still there.
That girl that always says something, brutal and true, completely inopportune, even just to herself? That tries her hardest to filter herself? She wishes she had everyone's filter, the ability to control what comes out of your mouth, so she doesn't say the wrong thing.
But. There are times, when that girl is happy to be how she is.
The time when she met a girl like her, struggling to survive in this world, who would later become the girl she talked to about even the most random of things? She was so glad that she and this girl were the same, that they were together in this against the oppressive views of society.
All those times in the public bathroom, when her outgoing nature made someone else smile, laugh, or even have a good day? She wouldn't trade it for the world.
This is the life of a girl I know very well who has Aspergers. No. Not Has. Is. She is Aspergers, Aspie, Aspergian. She has told me many times that 'has', in such a manner, implies that it is an unwanted, temporary situation, but IS means that you always have been and always will be, and you should never be afraid to be one.
I know her so well because this little Aspie is me.
Remember that, though it may be easy for you to be out in the world, there are kids out there that can't function like you. Kids that are beat up for so many things, be it sexuality, race, and even mental disabilities. But Aspergers is not a DISability. No. It is defined as a Ability. So keep that in mind.
Oh, and stay sexy
-Scomiche❤💛💚💙💜
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