I’m imaging this. I’m imaging conflict. My differences are the root of this. I accept that I have them.
But this is where it stops. I’ve followed all the paths. The reason I’m afraid is because I think I don’t understand because I didn’t understand as a child.
I’m not a child anymore. I’m an adult.
I’m an adult capable of telling the truth, writing the truth, and being the truth, and capable of understanding that everyone is different. Don’t be afraid to ask questions, Arianne. You know the answers.
You don’t have any bad motives, and even though yesterday you were wrong doesn’t mean you shouldn’t listen. It means you need to actually apply everything everyone has ever taught you.
Ask yourself first, because you probably have the answer.
Ask myself first, because I probably have the answer.
And if I don’t know the answer, I can tell the difference between a good, honest answer and a bad answer, and I know the difference between right and wrong.
I’m in charge of my own choices and actions.
I decide and I always decide to tell the truth.
Contentment is having all your needs met.
Anxiety makes me question, “what do I need?”, but if all my needs are met, why should I question?
Maybe that’s why some people don’t. Never stop asking questions.
Better yet, if anxiety makes me question, “what do I need?”, and all my needs are met, what’s the answer? A problem.
I wonder if regular people use this energy to talk to each other and help solve each other’s problems.
Christmas 2002 I got the “Back in the USA” Paul McCartney CD. I liked to listened to it on my CD player while I pushed my cat around in a Winnie the Pooh stroller.
I found that the CD sounded like a memory. I heard a song, I don’t remember which one, but it caught my attention with it’s familiarity. When one of my aunts heard me listening to it, she laughed at me and told me I was too young to know who he was. I was 11.
I was 13 when my mom made me throw away the stroller.
If anxiety is fight or flight, two animal behaviors, the root of the feeling would be the response of the person feeling anxiety. So fight would be closer to a predator response versus flight is the typical prey response.
Both stem from fear. Fear of attack. Don’t be afraid of the fight.
She says I’m trying to give my understanding, but I need to accept intellectually…
She says you can’t describe what rain looks like to someone who’s never seen before… I can tell when it’s raining by the air pressure, the wetness, the smell… but I wish I could tell if it’s going to rain.
I just need to accept that I can’t “see” and I never will.
I need to stop apologizing for being myself. I need to stop being sorry.
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