So Tonight at work I was helping a guest cut some fabric. Wile I was cutting she and her screaming 4 year old went to grab another fabric.
A wise person once told me that having a disability doesn’t define you. It’s just something about you. I’ve been tossing that around in my mind. A mental disability kinda does define you. My parents keep talking about thinks I did as a child, calling them by their first names, at age two, putting my hand on the back of the passenger seat of my Barbie jeep as I backed up. Those were things I did because I am an aspie. I was already being a chemelion and mimicking their behavior.