Living in My Autistic Skin: What it was like
Living in My Autistic Skin: What it was like For years, I thought something was wrong with me. I didn’t understand why I felt like an outsider, even in my own family. I spoke my truth, but it often got me in trouble. I excelled in some things yet stumbled over the simplest social cues. It wasn’t until I understood my autism that the pieces finally fit. I never knew why I felt so disconnected—like something was missing from my life. I often felt I didn’t belong, and at times I was convinced I must have been adopted. My mind was usually somewhere else, lost in thoughts or some fantasy world. I thought maybe I was just resentful or needed to forgive, but the truth was, I felt nothing. My own family members often felt like perfect strangers. I couldn’t always tell what people’s real intentions were behind their words. I simply spoke what I thought. And I couldn’t understand why people were so illogical or so wrapped up in their emotions, while mine seemed to stay buried most of t...