I do not know the half of it even. I know the pictures at least but the text is lost, and even so what would it say about me today, about what I am and what I became. It would have been at best an incomplete story.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
The past is a foreign country, conceptualising childhood.
I often wonder on reading the parents blogs on the autism hub, if back in the fifties, before I was five, in an alternative universe where they might have been internet savvy and had the means to disseminate there joys, frustrations and perceptions of that puzzle that was the infant Larry - what would have appeared as a representation of my life?
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4 comments:
An interesting thought.
Yes you were very cute!
But a foreign country can also be the present for you. Are you forgetting the country of the blind?
Look carefully at the picture, there is a catch light in the left eye, but not in the other one, the left is the one that can see you. Sinister eh :)
There is a look on your face that very much reminds me of the look on my face in childhood photos of me. Kind of... an NT viewer might interpret it as "terrified", and yet it... isn't. Hard to describe, but definitely something i'd see as an "Aspie kid look".
I am kind of squicked out, in an undefinable way, by parents who blog about their kids (whether the kids are disabled or not). There's something about those blogs that is... kind of compelling, but at the same time makes me feel that i really shouldn't be reading them. This makes me feel uneasy (and is why i haven't put any parent blogs in my blogroll).
I will email you later tonight (if i can get my verbal skills together enough) about trying to set up a West Mids ARM group...
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