theprisoner wrote:
Maybe you see a reflection of yourself in her. And it strikes at your own sense of mortality. (my take )
We often feel more for empathy those like us, than those un-like us. It's human nature.
I agree that I see myself in her. Big time. I worry that I'll be like that when I'm 90 -- alone, autistic, and haunted by trauma without a means to communicate. In her case it was a language barrier and in my case it's mutism. I'm not really worried about my mortality per se, but rather my time remaining and how that will feel.
She was the most senior autistic woman I ever met, and without support it didn't end well.
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