On Autism and Foreignness
To be autistic is, in many ways, much like it is to be an immigrant from a foreign land. I do not mean this in the sense of metaphor, but more so that in some ways, it is the same experience. I do not know, directly, what exactly it is like to have come from another culture into one which I do not understand, but I do know for myself what it is like to be in a culture which is not mine and which I do not understand.