An Autistic Moment

by dpreyde

I was at the pool last night, getting changed after swimming. I was putting my shoes and socks on, and Hannah was sitting next to me.

“What are you doing?” she said.


“With your mouth. You’re making weird sounds.”

“Oh. I guess I was ticcing. Sometimes when I’m thinking hard about something, I make this weird clicking sound with my mouth. It’s an autistic thing.”

“What were you thinking about?”

“Star Trek.”
“Why were you thinking about Star Trek while you were putting your shoes on?”

“Because I’m autistic.”