I look human. My parents are human. I've had blood work, x-rays, and MRIs. No doctor has ever found anything nonhuman about me. I do have differences though. My neuroanatomy is aberrant, and there's some mysterious problem with my metabolism. Most scientists would say, understandably, that, even taking my differences into account, there's nothing about me that makes me anything other than human. But maybe there's more to people than we can observe and test. I'm not talking about souls or anything. This isn't me embracing faith or spirituality. I'm saying that maybe there's something perfectly reasonable happening and humans either can't interpret it or can't observe it. Think of a chimp observing a human. The human has Bluetooth earbuds in and is listening to a philosophy podcast on their phone. Listening to a podcast is normal and reasonable to us, but, as far as chimps are concerned, the concepts of philosophy, digital devices, wirel...
My name is Ryan. I'm a published author, a musician, and a cartoonist, and I'm autistic. My therapist suggested that I write a book about living with an autism spectrum disorder. I decided to try a blog first. I try to be clear and succinct in describing my experiences. I don't feel like I have special insight, but maybe this will help some people.