We get swallowed up by the illusion that unless we can find a place to belong, we are going to be all alone in the world.

We get swallowed up by the illusion that unless we can find a place to belong, we are going to be all alone in the world.

People with autism never, ever feel at ease, wherever we are. Because of this, we wander off - or run away - in search of some location where we do feel at ease. While we're on this search, it doesn't occur to us to consider how or where we're going to end up. We get swallowed up by the illusion that unless we can find a place to belong, we are going to be all alone in the world.

The thought that our lives are the source of other people's unhappiness, that's plain unbearable.

Everybody has a heart that can be touched by something.

But when I’m jumping, it’s as if my feelings are going upward to the sky. Really, my urge to be swallowed up by the sky is enough to make my heart quiver. When I’m jumping, I can feel my body parts really well, too—my bounding legs and my clapping hands—and that makes me feel so, so good.

Normal people think we're highly dependent and can't live without ongoing support, but in fact there are times when we're stoic heroes.