All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that. And I intend to end up there...Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul? I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison...I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way. Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

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18 October 2011

Help Improve Healthcare for Adults on the Autistic Spectrum


  1. Hi folks! Click on the image to make it bigger and easier to read.

  2. Thanks for sharing the information . Healthcare apts are one of my biggest phobias . I never seem to be able to get the DR to understand me and it's incredibly frustrating .

  3. Thank you so much for this. This will be very helpful. It is actually the information I am looking for.