My ASD presents itself in a lot of ways, enough to call it a myriad. It sometimes looks like quiet, it sometimes looks like frustration, sometimes looks like I am daydreaming in a way you can’t snap your fingers to call me from. A thousand ways I disappear when I’m overwhelmed, when there are plates spinning in my brain that you might not see, when I’m doing all I can to keep them going, to keep the floor free of shards and blood.
Tyler, you are so loved! Your words are gifts that bring presence, reflection, joy, and love to others who may not have the same gift for words, but feel your expressions in their hearts in a way that ignites aliveness. I think you bring us all closer to our own authenticity, not just yours, when you share so intimately. 🙏🏻❤️
You are one of the most raw, authentic humans I’ve ever seen. And I haven’t even met you. But you’ve created a whole world with your words and I can’t imagine my life without them.
Words Like Weeds In Me | 3.21.21
Tyler, you are so loved! Your words are gifts that bring presence, reflection, joy, and love to others who may not have the same gift for words, but feel your expressions in their hearts in a way that ignites aliveness. I think you bring us all closer to our own authenticity, not just yours, when you share so intimately. 🙏🏻❤️
You put to words the feelings I share, and it's the urge to write it out that never goes away.
You are one of the most raw, authentic humans I’ve ever seen. And I haven’t even met you. But you’ve created a whole world with your words and I can’t imagine my life without them.