HATS. I cannot narrow it down to one, but the general concept of hats and basically all the hats I have! And all the hats I ever will have. And all the hats in the world, basically, except for the ugly ones. I know, I am deep.
so let’s say we have this disabled girl. she’s an extraordinary girl, perhaps, working her way through nursing school against, to use a cliche i hate with the fire of several thousand large flaming suns, every. available. odd. she is living with her boyfriend, who is also disabled, and where they…
“Autism had been there before thought, so that my first thoughts were nothing more than automatic, mirrored repetitions of those of others. Autism had been there before sound so that my first words were the meaningless echo of the conversations of those around me. Autism had been there before words, so that ninety-nine percent of my verbal repertoire was a stored-up collection of literal dictionary definitions and stock phrases. Autism had been there before I’d ever known a want of my own, so that my first “wants” were copies of those seen in others (a lot of which came from TV). Autism had been there before I’d learned to use my own muscles, so that every facial expression or pose was a cartoon reflection of those around me. Nothing was connected to self. Without the barest foundations of self I was a subject under hypnosis, totally susceptible to any programming and reprogramming without question or personal identification. I was in a state of total alienation. This, for me, was autism.”
—Donna Williams, Somebody Somewhere, page 5.
This times a million. I should even steal Marika’s tag but I haven’t yet.