It’s a sacred word
Looking through the eyes of autism
By BoJenn
Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.
Even now, I often feel out of place because I notice things others don’t—or maybe they just don’t think about them the way I do. Take the word love, for example. People use it so often—“I love this movie,” “I love that food,” “I love you”—that it starts to feel like the word has lost its true meaning.
For me, love has always felt deeper, heavier, more sacred. I can’t use the word lightly, and when others do, it sometimes leaves me confused or even disappointed. Maybe that’s my autistic nature—holding onto words so tightly, expecting them to carry the weight I feel inside.
But it’s also part of who I am. I see the world through a lens that doesn’t always match the crowd, and while that can make me feel different, it also makes my experience of life uniquely my own.
“Out of place, yet entirely myself.”
My art
“Written from the edge, where I’ve always belonged.”
My Near Death Experience Arts and Thoughts 