I'm thinking about writing a story. I like to write. I used to be good at it. Essay and memoir actually used to be my gift, though that was a long time ago.
A story about Daddy, and me, and the rest of my family, and the things that happened that landed me up who and what and where I am today.
It isn't a very nice story.
It has nice parts, but it has nasty parts too, and it doesn't end very well.
It's angry and raw.
It flies in the face of some of the conventional wisdom about ASDs and in places spits in the face of the professional community.
Some people who still bear me a grudge don't come off very well in it.
I don't know if it's true or not. I only know that it's the truth as I see it. That's what a memoir is.
It would feel good to tell.
I think people could learn from it, if they would.
Should I tell it?? To you guys, here?? Maybe to a lot of people if you or someone can help me refine it?? Or should I just shut up and keep trying to be a good little autistic???
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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"
09 Apr 2012, 1:49 pm
