I may have Aspergers Syndrome but….
It does not mean that I am broken; nor does it mean that I am indeed of what you think is a ‘cure’.
I am still a person behind the label. We have thoughts too, you know; we love and hate, we cry and laugh.
I’m human too.
We still have crushes.
We also have our own interests, as we are not just apparently ‘blank’, staring off into space. A lot goes on inside our heads, probably more than we wish to share or know how to talk about.
I still love.
We love to be a part of a group, in moderation. We find it hard to make/keep friends, but social isolation is just so hard.
We can still empathise.
We still care.
Apparently we have a lack of imagination, which seems to go with ‘creative spark’, whatever that means. I disagree, as I think that we can still be creative-just in our own way.
I still have my own ambitions. As well as opinions.
I still may struggle with the basic things neurotypical people also struggle with.
This does not mean I am any less loyal.
I still understand people, just not the situation.
Throughout my ‘educational life’ I knew that I was different, but I am tired of being told to fit into a stereotypical box-the label of my condition already has so many preconceptions that I disagree with. I am human, as is everyone on the spectrum; we think, we feel, but are just ultimately different.