I stole this heading from another blog. Like that blogger, I also had a positive conversation about autism. A dear friend invited me for coffee this morning. I have not been going out much lately, retreating into my own world. So this invitation resulted in as much anxiety as pleasure. To be honest, it was only my aversion to making phone calls that prevented me from cancelling.
But I did go, and it turned out to be a very special visit. As always, my friend and her husband made me feel so welcome and accepted. My usual irrational thoughts like "I have nothing to say that will be of any interest to anybody" faded away, and I had a lovely time. Then without my prompting it, my friend asked me about my blog, and a conversation about autism and my experience with it followed. I cannot adequately express how much this meant to me. I told her, among other things, that I was tired of trying so hard to be someone I am not, and I felt comfortable saying it. I am scared to tell people this, for fear of being accused or suspected of being 'fake'. To be able to say it to an accepting friend with an open mind was such a relief.
I feel calmer this afternoon than I have been for quite a while. My racing thoughts have slowed down a little, and I am intensely grateful for friendship and the gifts it brings.