For 36 years I wondered why I so quirky. Now I know. I have Asperger’s.
I am mother to Little Yoda, a sage of a six-year-old who ponders things like whether or not his clone would share his interests, or where could he get his hands on some pure hydrogen and oxygen, as he is thinking of making homemade water for this year’s science fair.
I’m also wife to a “normie” who is extremely patient with my obsessions, anxieties, and Aspergery space-outs.
I try really hard not to suck at either of these roles.
Join me as I take on the horrors and joys of daily life in world where most people aren’t wired like me. Laugh at me as I try to make kid food without wheat, casein, corn, soy, eggs or nuts. Poke fun as I obsess-compulse over stuff that rolls off the backs of most everybody else.
Because if you, too, are wired for life on some distant, unknown planet, you probably need to commiserate. And you definitely need to laugh.