Im not smart. Im autistic.
When I ask a million questions, it’s not because I’m trying to argue, challenge you, or make you uncomfortable. I’m trying to understand. Understanding is how I navigate the world.
I want to know how your brain works. Why you think the way you do. Why things are the way they are. Curiosity is not a performance for me. it’s how I connect.
I find interest in researching topics that fascinate me but anything outside of that bores me if I cant see the relation.
To many, Im “too much”… My ex made that very known.
Too many questions. Too many thoughts. Too much enthusiasm. Too intense.
I was a quite, fun yet shy kid. I am still that. I was just diagnosed late.
You probably think I have bad intentions but Im constantly overwhelmed by my feelings and dont have many friends because Im easily overstimulated.
I’m creative and very artistic. I see things differently. I notice patterns and details that others miss.
I was never a bad kid. I wasn’t difficult on purpose. I wasn’t trying to be rude, annoying, dramatic, or too much.
I was trying to understand a world that never seemed to understand me back.
Maybe that’s all I’ve ever wanted.. to be understood with the same patience and curiosity that I give to everyone else.
//mana | 999 misunderstood
