My sense of smell is neither very good nor is it very bad, in the traditional sense of the word. It is more like it is very sensitive. It’s like the smells I encounter just demand more of my attention then it does for others. You might know the feeling of meeting a friend, who just had a cigarette a …
My memories of my grandmother are always of her playing the piano in a deep sense of cigarette smoke. The clear tones from her fingers touching the keys, the intense focus with which she played, as if lost in a world of her own creation. And of course, her shouting from the other end of the house whenever I, as …
We all expect that everyone else can see the same things we do. At least, that was how I felt. I had no idea I was wrong, and even after my diagnosis with ASD, it was by chance that I came across it the first time. What is it you ask? Well, apparently there are several different ways those of …
