A Girl On The Spectrum

A friend once told me that my mind ticks like a clock; Pensive, Programmed and Predictable. We aren’t friends anymore because I hate clocks. The incessant ticking fuels a rage that terrifies me and baffles others.

I really hate clocks because it took me until High School to read one properly.

I absolutely hate clocks because they remind me of my mortality.

I, with wild impassioned hatred, wish to exile all clocks to the deepest darkest depths of Hell. No matter how unpopular my beliefs are with the general public, all clocks deserve to burn.

I’m sorry, I may have gotten a bit carried away-- but listen, this ranting isn’t without reason, however absurd one might think. I have autism, those on the spectrum often possess the quirky habit of obsessing over things-- ideas, images, sounds, foods, etcetera.

& well, dear readers, I wish to confess the clockworks of a girl on the spectrum.