I’ve been thinking, just now 1 , about gift economies and my friend’s post Rich Friend, Poor Friend.
I think it’s a good post in general, and I think that it’s probably pointing at a real issue some people have, but I don’t think it’s the only thing at play here.
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.