Having To Struggle Gave Me

Now My Mother, Interestingly Enough, Was Not A Feminist In Her Own Mind.

I Always Thought My Questions Were Wrong Questions Because No One Else Asked Them. Maybe No One Thought Of Them. Maybe Darkness Got There First. Maybe I Am The First Light Touching A Gulf Of Ignorance... Maybe My Questions Matter.

No Matter What I Do, No Matter How Predictable I Try To Make My Life, It Will Not Be Any More Predictable Than The Rest Of The World. Which Is Chaotic.

You Can Also Make Explicit Certain Social Problems Which, Again, Would Be Prejudged Or Not Encountered At All In Real Life, Because People Have Set Up Defenses Against It. Fantasy Allows You To Get Past Defenses.

What It Boils Down To Is That Parenting A Child With Autism Is A Difficult Job; Writing About It Is Far Easier.