Now and then I will see something that reminds me of how the signs have always been there, long before my diagnosis.Everything makes sense now.
Winona Ryder was my only interest for some years when I was young, and I would write WR everywhere, including my mother’s house. The graffiti is still there 14+ years later.
Why did I get so fixated on things? People would often ask me, but I didn’t have an answer. I never knew why. That’s just who I am, and I didn’t know anyone like me with such intense and particular interests. When I like something I am almost possessed, I can’t help it. Weird, sad, annoying, a freak. Whatever they wanted to call it, but now I know that this thought pattern is typical for many of us on the spectrum. I finally feel validated and know that while I may see things differently and many won’t get it, there are others that will. It’s ok. I’m not alone. I am normal in my world, and so are you.
Please excuse the shockingly poor quality photo. It was cropped from a video.