Yeah, it didn't dawn on me that he was using a metaphor until very near the end of the article. Had to read it 3 times and think about it for a while to be sure lol.
Yes, there is still an autistic kid locked behind tall, thick walls in an institution in my head. Yes, this is a metaphor. Yes, that kid is me.
And yes, it's still for that kid's own safety and for the benefit and safety of the rest of the "community" that is me and the people around me.
People still don't understand, or care to. It's safer to keep "that child" locked up in an institution of rules, coping mechanisms, and polite responses that are outright lies. Better for the organism as a whole, though, if you can let it out sometimes, somewhere...
...and allow it to live in there without being ashamed of it's existence.
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"