Yesterday, I sent the following letter to everyone on Brooke’s support team.
Hi, all. I hope everyone is doing well. I read something this morning that stopped me in my tracks and I hope you don’t mind, but I feel compelled to share it. It’s a post about echolalia written by an autistic woman named Julia Bascom on her amazing blog, Just Stimming. The following two paragraphs resonated like nothing else I’ve ever read. Knowing my girl as you all do, I’m guessing you’ll know why.
“As much as I can hate words, I delight in them, too. When I’m echoing, referencing, scripting, riffing and rifting, storing and combing and recombining, patterning, quoting, punning, swinging from hyperlexic memory to synesthetic connection, words are my tangible playground.
Make me talk like you, and you’ll get a bunch of syntactically sophisticated nonsense. Let me keep my memories and connections, my…
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