Reading this book reminded me of my childhood. Where I am now, I have good understanding of myself, other people, and things. I can see how I was different as a child. I can see why I was bullied so much. I can see why I couldn’t keep friends. Where I am now, I can speak my thoughts, and understand speech tone and body language. The boy in this book was very different from other children. At a certain age, everyone started to notice this. The boy never understood what he had ever done wrong or that he was different.
The point I am at in my life, I am very accepting and open about my difference. My “disability”. I can now plainly say “I have Asperger’s Syndrome. This is why I do this kind of thing. This is why I don’t always understand you.” But best of all, I embrace my characteristics. Even though I don’t always read people right, I don’t always express myself well, and I have anxiety problems, I would not give up Apserger’s Syndrome if I had the choice. Why should I? Along with all the downsides, I have photographic memory, eye for detail, ability to work on one thing for hours or days at a time without getting bored, and a high understanding of all things based on logic. I am happy about who I am. I am happy about how I am.
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