I am a graduate student. I do not eat my own feces. I can tie my shoes. I teach college composition. I do not bang metal spoons over my head while singing "Auld Lang Syne." As many things as I am, I am not; as many things as autism is, I am not; as many things as normal is, I am not. And yet, I am literally and metaphorically autistic, written into the folds of neurodiverse existence. |