In Wonderland...

I wanted to sum up autism in a paragraph, but I don't think I can. I don't think anyone can. I have been asked what it's like in my head many times, but I can never think of any answer other than: Read Alice in Wonderland. People say Lewis Carroll must have been on drugs when he wrote that because it's so crazy at times. Honestly, that book makes more sense to me than any other book I've ever read. The characters do things like pointing out that "I like what I get" is not the same thing as "I get what I like," no matter what you meant to say. This makes sense to me. Then there's the sheep in the second book that seems to be spouting gibberish, but is actually speaking in rowing terms. Don't know rowing terms? It's gibberish. Know them? Makes perfect sense. It has taken me quite a while to tell sarcasm from seriousness because of autism, and it seemed like the whole world was speaking in rowing terms until I learned it.
So, as my mind is a bit like a trip into wonderland, all these posts will be signed as Cheshire. (This is also done for internet safety reasons) The Cheshire Cat has always been a favorite of mine. He's like the representation of all things in wonderland, and so he will represent me in this blog.