Yep, sounds awfukly familiar. Ha! I misspelled “awfully”. No, wait – I didn’t. That’s my new word – awfukly 🙂
It’s Friday night, but around here, you’d never know it. We live in a major city, but thankfully, we were picky chose wisely when we decided to leave our previous apartment/flat and find a new place to live. Despite the density of the immediately-surrounding population, all is calm, all is bright.
Our apartment, and the property on which it sits, provide a healthy insulating sanctuary.
“Sanctuary” is an interesting word. For me, it conveys a sense of peace, of relief, of escape.
Escape? From what?
Why, the outside world, of course.
The term often used, usually half-jokingly, is “hermit”. But some of us on the Asperger’s/autism spectrum, myself included, take that concept to a whole new level.
It’s not that we’re antisocial. It’s not that we hate people (although occasionally, I have my days). It’s not that the “shut-in” status that applies to so many of us is purely voluntarily…
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