Someone asked me to explain why I like being autistic. I suppose it’s because there’s still a lot of stigma & misunderstanding about what autism really is. So, for those who are curious, here’s my personal experience w/ my particular flavor of autism (because it’s different for everyone).
Category Archives: Writing
A Collection of Poems
A collection of poems I wrote in my early to mid 20s.
Starseed
“Starseed,” she’d called me. This word echoed in my mind, bouncing off half-formed structures crafted from similar substances. What did it mean? What would become of me if I followed her advice? Would the pain and suffering, confusion and desperation finally clear up, finally allow the light into this world of darkness I’d lived so long in?
Pour Déplacer des Montagnes
Two childhood friends have a lighthearted discussion during their daily morning breakfast meeting at the local cafe by the sea.
Terrae
Oh, how I wanted you to last forever.
Oh, how I never wanted to leave.
Story of a Selkie
She’s standing barefoot on the boulders overlooking the crashing waves. The deafening wind blows her long pale hair across her face. She barely notices as the loose strands whip her skin forcefully. She’s in a trance, fully captured by the mesmerizing scene before her. She’s numb to her icy surroundings. There is no sun peekingContinue reading “Story of a Selkie”
Eulogy for Grandpa Ric, 10 years later.
Eulogy for my grandfather, Ric Masten, only a decade too late.
The Descent into Hell Is Easy
My first memories…
Jax Bayne 