the joy of solitude

O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,

Let it not be among the jumbled heap

Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep, –

Nature’s observatory -whence the dell,

In flowery slopes, its river’s crystal swell,

May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep

‘Mongst boughs pavilioned, where the deer’s swift leap

Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell.

But though I’ll gladly trace these scenes with thee,

Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,

Whose words are images of thoughts refined,

Is my soul’s pleasure; and it sure must be

Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,

When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.

(John Keats)

“Drifting” (Enya)

Autism Acceptance, Nothing to Cure

Until each one of us is accepted as equal and respected members of society.

Quote from X-Men explains it best, how “masking” damages us:

Nightcrawler:  “Then why not stay in disguise all the time. You know, look like everyone else. Mystique: Because we shouldn’t have to.”