(written for Enhanced Lit class – 9th grade 9/24/14)
On a simple level, my mind saw the world. At each moment, patient adults attempted to alter and take my autism away. They needed to teach much to get my sensitivities under control. You see, to need to learn these abilities to me seemed only normal, and eventually I would not be autistic. It was not, I guess, until we went to see people teaching to other little kids, each without autism, that I made my tiny first step in realizing that only we autistic, insightful, sensitive, people are being taught their colors over and over. And having arrived at the understanding that not all people are autistic, and I will always be, was the day I started to grow up.