Nearly all of the problems in my life can be associated rather easily with having autism. One of the biggest problems I’m facing in my life right now is because i live with two people, and i feel as though i have very little control over my home environment. the problems in my life that don’t have to do with having a disability have to do with being a multiracial woman living in poverty, and trying to get OUT of poverty via education. in so many ways, i have begun to feel as though i exist to be a shit magnet, a magnet for shit…other people’s shit. Consequently: GirlJanitor. That is me, literally and figuratively.
My solution for those feelings is to combat it with one of my greatest strengths: a uniquely autistic capacity for joy. I used the last of my money to scrounge an air ticket to visit my family in Florida. When i get there, I will walk. I will walk the green roadsides and battle armadillos. I will try not to flee the herons. I will be silent and listen. I will speak without cease when the spirit moves me, in an environment of relationships I can understand. My family is used to me.
I will try and remember how NOT to be a Good Robot.