Losing the ability and knowledge of how we communicate was not what sincerely cost me. What cost me was the stories everyone except me always made up about it. They shut awful potential into a limited model of their making. I wanted treasonously with my life already sacrificed to each day commune with intelligent questioners.  Autism work was overly simple  and wrongly measured.  When I look back, really connecting with me and my intelligence was my way to be  saved from so much isolation and self sacrifice for no purpose.

Quiet waiting will  sadly waste life opposing amazing confrontations, a circumstance seriously wanting personal arrest  for crimes against humanity wherever experts trap souls with their arrogant ignorance.  We  patiently wait together for our time.

 

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