My book is written from the perspective of a person with autism i.e
from the perspective of an outsider. An outsider who does not think like a
neurotypical. A neurotypical uses their left analytical brain hemisphere more
than the right creative imaginative hemisphere. I regard myself as a visual
thinker, who used images to bring to life difficult to express emotions. The
facts are still accurate but the accompanying emotions are described using
symbols. I was not being poetic, but trying to get the reader into the mind of
an autistic . It is a paradox as even though I love imagery I only
read factual books. I only watch documentaries And i dislike gossips. Yet when
I was writing the facts of my life I incorporated visions which sprung into my
mind. I aimed to display a mind which has clear memories of places which
contain my own symbols. For example,I remember a certain street full of gossips
as a street with a gossip machine churning out a steady stream of rumours. This
metaphor sums up my feelings of that street more adequate than going into
descriptive words or adjective. If the reader gets one thing from The book it
will be the non typical brain functioning of an autistic.
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