I am a proud high-functioning Autistic. Wasn't always though. While I could communicate, I would often slap myself, bounce nervously, talk to myself in public, wouldn't recognize social cues, didn't want anything to do with anyone except my mother, and so on. However, I work with it, and my family helps me a great deal.
I have had Type 1 Child Diabetes since I was 10 years old. I've trained myself to handle it fairly well. Someday, I hope there will be a cure.
I love art and writing. I have no formal training. I have the freedom to do things almost every day.
When I had finished my freshmen year of high school in California, my home state, my parents and I had moved to the humble Cayman Islands as a way to save my souls from the hustle and bustle of a mainstream life. It has really been a sanctuary in its quiet, peaceful, beautiful, serene, tranquil, yet exciting spiritual life. I am able to express myself freely, have fun, and move about as I please, and allow my imagination to run wild. It's like being on a stranded Island.
As I grow older, I feel myself to be a renaissance man. I make whatever, whenever, however, with whatever resources I've got.
Above it all, I am a family man. My large wonderful comical family is everything to me. My heart is full.