Sunday, November 1, 2015

On our terms.

Able to talk face to face with scripts and certain topics anticipated.  Usual conversations make for happy companions that bloom and blossom like flowers reaching for the sun.  One on one I am content. 

Confusion arises when new topics are introduced; too many voices chiming in at once, outside noises also fighting to be heard.  No filter everything crashes in.  No time to consider words or thoughts, lost in the onslaught, meltdown cresting.  

Happier in silence only my fingers speaking on the keyboard, time is given to formulate thoughts and ideas appear on the screen before they are sent out into the world.  Happier on my own terms in an environment that I control.

Autistics speaking everyday online, in-person, on AAC, but always on our terms.