People who have read my journal at length will probably have one of two impressions of me. Possibly even a third one, which is an uneasy hybrid of the other two. It probably comes as a real surprise to scum like Autism Speaks or the entire passive community that I do, in fact, have a mother. Continue Reading
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Ah, Sydney, I have missed you so. But no matter how you try to push me away again, I am not leaving.
So, as I wrote that I would do in the last entry that I completed before I went quiet, I moved back to the place in Australia where I grew up. (This is a totally separate discussion, but do not ever call me Australian. I am autistic. If you do not understand the distinction, please go and read something else.) Western Sydney, or Central Western Sydney as the transit authority and its contractors are calling it nowadays, has always been a puzzle of contradictions. There are problems with it, some of them enormous, but the thing that has made me anxious to return to it since long before I began to experience serious respiration problems remains the same. As bad as it sometimes seems, it is often by a long road the best part of the “commonwealth” of Australia. Continue Reading