I’ve been trying to write this post for a few days, but I keep getting overwhelmed. And upset. And royally pissed off (at society). And go off on ranty tangents that totally take away from what I really am trying to get at. So I’m just going to dive in.
You are not your Asperger’s. You are not your autism or ADD/ADHD or bipolar or sexuality or weight or race or income level or car you drive. You are you, which is more than just a word or symbol. You are the beautiful unique snowflake, and this is more than okay: it is the gift of life.
Do not wish yourself away, because different isn’t wrong. It is not bad or sad or deplorable or unrespectable. Although sometimes it may feel the opposite, there is no cookie cutter mold of who to be. The days of The Stepford Wives and “keeping up with the Jones’” are long gone. There may be some people who try to hold on to this idea, uncomfortable with their own differences and in turn try to put others down, but do not listen to these few among the billions of people on the planet.
Picasso was different. So was Frida Kahlo, William Shakespeare, Lady Gaga, Adam Levine, Mozart, Albert Einstein, Dr. Seuss, Ke$ha, Jim Henson, among hundreds of others who have made history in all sorts of aspects of life. And it was their differentness, their uniqueness, that made history. Some even had Asperger’s or were suspected to be on the autism spectrum. And they were/are amazing, far from boring, far from “normal” (whatever the heck that is), anything but ordinary.
Just like you.
Remember that, and hold that in you always.