UNMASKED: Snippets & notes from a lifetime collection of journals (pre-diagnosis).
Advocating for autistic acceptance.
September 20, 1993
First of all, let me say that I have no clue if today truly is the 20th. All I know is that it is 2:00 a.m. and I am perched on A’s bed – they are all really paranoid that I am going to STEAL all of their precious belongings. My God.
“Is it my lack of eye contact that unnerves you? 👀 Or does my finger-tapping-piano-playing-on-any-surface stim lead you to believe I am going to steal … what? Your dirty laundry? The binoculars you use to to watch and crudely rate women on the quad?” (I should have stolen them.)
Nothing like writing in a journal while hanging out in someone else’s dorm room. 🤣