Author: fuddle

  • I did not always know I was different, but it sure seemed like *something* was different

    My earliest memory of being “different” was actually a pleasant one. When I was four, I would sometimes spend the weekend with my grandmother at her retirement home. When she took me down to the cafeteria to the communal dinners, I knew which fork to use, and how to follow rules, so I charmed the […]

  • So, I’m autistic.

    I guess. I mean, I know I am because I have a piece of paper that says so, but I didn’t know for 60 years, and, honestly, even after I got the paper, it took some time until I even wanted to know. I’m still figuring it out. And that’s what I want to talk […]