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 …
Sight
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 …
Hypersensitivity
I think this is probably one of the most difficult things to explain. Often when I comment on how the light hurts my eyes or how something feels horrible – like clothes made of certain fabrics – people just agree and say it’s annoying. Now, either annoying has a different meaning than I believe it to have or people often …