There isn’t music much more basic than a piano and a voice or two. Every now and then I come across a piece that I have to listen to over and over again. Granted, part of that is my personality (or rather, autism), but I dare say that many would listen to this beautiful song and not want to hear it again immediately.
Watch the video; don’t just listen – at least the first time. The words and eerie background animation shadows tell a sad winter tale, but with such simple, haunting music.
So beautiful, so quiet, like falling snow. But when you are a wet and cold. When you are walking alone. When it is just getting dark. Each time you listen.
Yes, I am on the autistic spectrum. I have what used to be referred to as Asperger’s Disorder. No, you can’t tell by looking at me. In fact, you probably wouldn’t be able to tell even by spending time with me.
Women/girls are harder to diagnose and recognize with Autistic Spectrum Disorder than men/boys.
That is a fact.
Here are some things that have been said to me when I have disclosed my disorder:
No you don’t [have Asperger’s]. My [male relative] has it and I know what it looks like.
(After I smiled at a joke.) See? You’re social!
Oh, is that the diagnosis-du-jour?
And even after hearing that I have a disability, harsh words have been used to describe me rather than understand a lot of what makes me appear to be difficult IS the disability.