Thoughts on life as an autistic artist
“Which is better? Option 1 or 2? 1 or 2?” I lean forward in the optometrist’s chair, trying to focus on the letters on the screen, trying to decide which option appears clearer. I brush the awareness of trace smells of disinfectant away as I try to concentrate. Which option *was* better? Peering through multiple lenses of a bulky apparatus, …
Yesterday I went to church for Mother’s Day. The last time I attended in person was five weeks ago. Growing up, I barely missed a week. My parents had volunteer roles every Sunday and so did I. But as I have learned about myself, I have realized that going to church on Sunday mornings is one of the more taxing …
[Note: I began writing this piece when I was 42 years old. I am no longer 42. I initially only shared it with family and close friends, but as the years have passed, it has become clear to me that it is time to share it with the world. It’s a long one but I figure if you’re reading this, …