Day 4 of Autism Acceptance Month. A thought from The Bunny:
I spotted this in my Facebook feed today. This quote is true to a certain extent, but, for me, it isn’t really about boredom per se. Actually, I myself most likely come across as utterly boring to many people anyway, since my idea of fun is contrary to theirs.
It’s more that there is so much that is wonderful going on in my mind, so many things I am thinking about that captivate me that I wish to pursue, or fascinating solitary activities I want to embark upon, and at the same time, so many inexplicable obstacles to navigate and challenges to overcome, that being with people in a purely social situation interrupts the process of weaving this rich tapestry and thus becomes an acute agony, frittering away precious time and energy. Yes, I’d rather be experimenting with a piece of old granny crochet at home, seated on the soft comfy cushion, Lucy by my side, her smell wrapped around my senses, counting the stitches, listening to the rhythmic repetition and watching the progress of each loop and stitch, watching an old video or humming along with Glenn Gould playing Bach, than chatting in a cafe. The latter is a necessity of functioning in the wider world, a payback act of gratitude to those who have been good to me, but the former is sheer pleasure and comfort in my elemental Beingness.
I do not speak for all autistic people, this is just my own state of Being. I am more alone when I am not alone with myself. And boredom and loneliness are to me intellectual concepts, not something I actually experience myself. My world is very multimodal. I’d love for you to enter and partake of it, but I know there are many different kinds of minds in this world.
As we mark Autism Acceptance month, I’d also like for my non-autistic friends to know that I am marking Human Acceptance every single day as I negotiate the twists and turns of human relationships.