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The Celebration of Autism

Thank you for the introduction. Hello friends, allies, and fellow Autistic people. The tone of my piece will be a little different today, but I’d like to start by sharing pieces of my story.

In my earliest memory, I am standing in a sunbeam. I move my hands so that the light scatters, becoming a golden glow, and watch the dust particles float like little cosmos and galaxies. I am three years old when a daycare employee grabs my fluttering fingers and squeezes so tight that tears make the world go dark. 

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People will stare. Make it worth their while → Dennis Basso | Pre-Fall ‘16

Whoa. Dude.

Most teenagers pull their phones out of their pockets to check the time. We are reverting to the era of pocket watches.

#GIVE THEM A SPINOFF

Because we love who we could be, in someone else’s eyes.

This warmed my cold black heart.

good morning have you considered today: 

john waking sherlock up with little kisses to his forehead and sing-songing sheerrlooock. oh shEEEERRRlock

sherlock swiping at him with a grumble because go ‘way m’sleep

john grinning unbearably wide because god he’s cute when he’s sleepy. it’s time to get up, sleepyhead

sherlock torn between tilting his face up into more of john’s kisses and hiding beneath the blanket, resulting in hiding most of his face beneath the blanket except for the place he likes john to kiss on his temple. 

john kisses the proffered temple obligingly. sherlock. darling sweetheart goosey love. we have to get up and get moving so we can be on time for our appointment today. 

one eye appears above the line of the sheet. appointment? 

a kiss to the temple, to the eyebrow, to the eyelid of the watchful eye. big day today. but you have to get up to find out what it is. 

two eyes, and a line above the bridge of his nose. a secret? but you’re terrible at secrets. 

john laughs. the line above the bridge of sherlock’s nose gets a kiss too. but mycroft is very good at secrets, so mycroft did the arranging for me. i just found out this morning too, but we’ve an appointment to meet someone very special i think. 

sherlock’s mouth rises above the sheet to grimace and sour at him. you asked mycroft for a favour? john. you know better. 

this was worth it, john says, and he kisses a smile into the curve of sherlock’s lips. i’m sure you’ll agree with me when you meet her.

her? sherlock can’t help himself; he kisses back, kisses back, kisses back.

her, john confirms, and his smile grows and grows and grows. and her is a beautiful little black and white english setter, and she’s yours, if you want her. if we make this appointment on time, that is. 

a pause, and a very, very, very quiet, mine? 

a kiss. a kiss. yours. 

and then, a flurry of blankets, and john is alone in the bed: john! what are you waiting for? we’ll be late! and a laugh, bright as sunshine, and, john thinks, twice as brilliant.