Autism in all of us

Autism

There is an apple on the table. Infront of the apple is a vase. The vase blocks your view of the apple. The person on the other side of the table can see the apple. Now most people understand that whilst they can see the apple, other people can’t if they are sitting with the vase in the way. Autistic people are different. They think that as they can see the apple, everyone else can too. This is a way to understand an aspect of autism. The inability to see and understand things from another person’s point of view. Translate that to our inability to understand why other people enjoy different sexual activities.

Handcuffs are used to detain convicts. They are also found in abundance in dominatrix circles. Whips are used to make a horse run faster. They have a use on the sex scene along with gloves, footwear, and various uniforms. There are untold items with dual uses. The primary use of these items is understood by most, but people are perplexed by why they would be used for erotica. Items and actions. Do you think that some items and actions are despicable deviancy or enthralling erotica? Dressing up in adult sized nappies or being trampled on. Having someone urinating on you. Watching someone pop balloons in high heels. Finding your self is finding your pleasure. There are also a good few who have no interest in sex whatsoever.

We all lie somewhere on the autistic spectrum. The more you appreciate why other people like doing what they do, the less autistic you are.

Even the most highly autistic souls can be rather happy and contented. They find life just as rewarding as anyone else. This observation inspired the title of this text. They may have uncountable frustrations. They may not be able to tell us what they want at times, but by no means does it imply that their life is any less satisfactory. Autism is an attribute, not necessarily a disability. One fine chap had a pronounced level of autism. People tried hard to engage with him. They tried asking questions. They tried to involve him but never got much back. Talking with him felt rather awkward. He was quiet, shy, and reserved. One day he wrote some prose and gave it to his work colleagues. They were taken aback by his emotive writing. Using words on paper, he explained how he appreciated the conversations immensely.