I don’t know why it is taking me so long to get started. I’ve been thinking about this for more years than many of you have been alive. Dealing with it has never/always been a problem. It has shaped my life, made me who I am today. Maybe its because I’m so thoughtful, with thoughts ranging from evil to ecstatic. I must admit that they are weighted on the darker side. The trouble is, the web never forgets. To paraphrase a story I’ve heard at a young age – pre-internet: Speaking is like ripping a feather pillow open. You can never get the feathers back. What’s a blogger to do?
Have any of you seen ‘The Chosen’? Robbie Benson is a gifted intellect who’s father, an orthodox rabbi gives him the silent treatment. It is devastating and painful, but has the effect of tempering Benson’s character’s mental strength with compassion. In a way, I feel lucky to have an older brother at the bottom of the autism spectrum; luckier than most siblings of higher-functioning autistic people. My brother is unreachable: non-verbal, retarded: totally different.
What can I do 50 years later?