These days, I can tell little about daily life and school life experiences, as an adult on the autism spectrum.
I think I actually have a lot I want to tell people, about how I struggled in people around me and with my negative feelings, and how I have learned the ways how social human beings typically do.
However I'm always thinking, "Maybe some time later. I'm too tired to put them into words. Sometime after I recover from my tiredness." whenever I get the means to tell or share: When I have a chance to write a blog post, and when I have a chance to meet somebody else with developmental disorders.
"Sometimes" would never come unless I begin to tell something about them, at least a smallest bits when I have a chance to tell. And what is the smallest thing I come up with about this subject?
When I was elementary school, I wasn't usually participate in chats with classmates, even though I spoke to some of them so many times.
I don't remember what I told them specifically, but I guess I spoke words somehow unsuitable words for conversation with the classmates.

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