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Me in my dreams

Yes it is!

the sky was so beautiful. ig: lega.cy

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I’m a butterfly in those flowers

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How I see myself

It’s like butter

Alia El-Bermani

I want to live in there!

Ma Quan

Ooh! Aah!

Platonic hypnotic

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Lovely!

[Image description: A woman with red hair standing on the green grass of her back yard next to a small black and grey tabby cat. Both the woman and the cat are inside a small fenced in area about 5 square feet in area.The black thin wire fence is about four feet high. The cat is sitting on a white towel. In the background you can see the larger wooden fence for the whole back yard, and the trunk of a large maple tree. There are a few houses visible behind the fence]

 This is a picture of freedom within limits: an autistic red-haired person (me) with my blind cat inside a playpen fence made I think for dogs. This was Nancy’s first time touching the face of Mother Earth! She (mother earth) was touched in a heartfelt manner.  It took us a long time to figure out a plan how Nancy (the cat) could enjoy being out of doors safely, and without her companion (me) freaking out. The mission was successful. It took her about ten minutes to venture off the towel onto the grass. Then she walked around the limits of our cage in order to arrive at an accurate assessment of our situation. 

Fact

The last one is me exactly except I have only one cat

There are so many things I could say about this

Still true

Fact

Couldn’t say it better

Not only the TV shows...so much of what they call “life”...!

Good grief, these Adults behave like Bankers conducting Business as usual with all their rules for Transactions, their suit-and-tie “Oh, Good day and how dee do dee” bullshit. Oh yeah, and my favorite: “Hey, did you see the game last night? Can you believe it?” 

Yeah, I can believe it. You have nothing more interesting to talk about.

autistic culture is not being able to get into a lot of tv shows because you just dont understand why most of the drama on the show is Drama when it seems like a Non Issue to you.

[Image description: A flower garden is surrounded by a high brick wall. We see a door in the wall has swung open, but perhaps usually the door is kept closed and locked so that the garden is private and secret. On the ground in the garden there are bright red flowers on the left, and on the right a mix of pink and purple flowers. The brick wall is covered with green-leafed vines. The door is painted light gray, but the paint is old and faded.]

When I go out into the world where the so-called normal people live, I sometimes feel resentful that I have to remain silent about so many things that interest and appeal to me. I feel I have to remain silent, because if I talk about these things I may get enthusiastic and go on for too long, and other people will find this annoying. In any case, they don’t want to hear about them. When I get enthusiastic, I get hopeful that they too may find these things interesting, but I am almost always disappointed. So it’s safer to be silent about them.

On the other side, I feel disdain for them and I also feel sorry for them. I think: “I have a secret garden with so many beautiful flowers in it, and it’s visited by honey bees and butterflies. And my cat is there too, playing in the grass. You people have no idea what you’re missing!” 

In a way, the fact that the garden is secret makes it more beautiful and more cozy to be in. But to be honest I do sometimes have daydreams about having a friend to share it with. 

This post is based on the idea for The Secret Garden, a book by Frances Hodgson Burnett, first published in 1911.

[Description of image: there’s a soldier standing in full body armor because it’s his/her job to defuse bombs. The soldier looks like an astronaut because the suit is so thick and heavy and includes a helmet and dark glass shield over the face. Next to the soldier there is a robot device with a gun and camera. The robot device would be controlled remotely by the soldier.]

I sometimes feel like the character in The Hurt Locker. As a queer autistic person, I feel I have to get suited up in protective armor before entering the heteronormative world. I never know if I’m going to set off a trigger in their normal world, which will cause them to blow up at me and say, “That’s so inappropriate!” or “You’re so childish” or ridiculous or annoying. Those are bombs exploding in my face. But the triggers are hidden and I don’t know the rules for avoiding them. So their normal world is like a minefield for me. 

This seems to me like a perfect illustration for the poem Lorelei by Sylvia Plath. The Lorelei is a rock on the bank of the Rhine river that causes and amplifies a luring murmuring sound that so distracts sailors that they crash and sink to their death. In Plath’s poem, the Lorelei are feminine river-spirits that sing like Sirens, luring people to drown themselves. 

Your Friendly Neighbourhood Witch illo made exclusively for @witchwaymagazine July issue