I can never forget I'm different, no matter how I try . . .
This morning I was at the gym as part of my twice-weekly effort to halt my inevitable decline. As I lay on the floor, twisting myself in knots, two people were talking about their respective travels. One was just back from Virginia and Arizona after touring two schools with her son. The other had been to Louisiana and Pennsylvania for the same thing, and they compared their journeys and the t-shirts and other swag they returned home with. One asked the other how her kid felt going across the country for college. The other talked about how she felt with all the traveling back and forth. On my back, on the floor, I considered that I had no experience whatever like theirs. I’ve been to all those states and more, visiting their universities to talk about neurodiversity and autism. But I never had the student experience. I never left home for a dorm, never experienced class as a student, and when I got older and ha...
