tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940653965708055152.post3253682460249430717..comments2021-12-20T01:54:01.508-08:00Comments on Divergent Voices (community blog): The Other - by Heather M Scarlit-Rose Ashcraft aka Dreamer Queen http://www.blogger.com/profile/17057183780090243079noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940653965708055152.post-3759433643263825712016-03-14T20:30:27.559-07:002016-03-14T20:30:27.559-07:00"She looks up at the lights on the ceiling to..."She looks up at the lights on the ceiling to watch how they change shape, bending through the prism of tears,"<br /><br />I remember as a toddler how once after a meltdown of sorts I was taken to a bedroom crying where I also noticed how the lights delightfully change shape, contract and elongate within the prism of my tears. This is, I believe, my earliest experience of autism that I can remember. Thank you for articulating this experience so mellifluously and taking me back to my own earliest autistic experiences I never thought I had - evidently, upon retrospection, I was quite a pattern-obsessed boy.<br />God bless,<br />Leo Nikol Somphishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10588623792303635014noreply@blogger.com