Date: August 12, 2019
Author: Madeleine Ryan
On a cold winter’s night I was invited to dinner at a gourmet pizza joint with a group of people I didn’t know very well. They’d all come from office jobs, and were guzzling bottles of wine, and I was way out of my depth. I wasn’t drinking, and I was trying to find a gluten-free, plant-based option on the menu, and the second I stepped out the front door on that freakishly dark and freezing evening, I was already looking forward to getting home to a warm bed. Meanwhile, the other pizza-goers were looking forward to getting back to one of their houses, smoking some weed, and ‘gettin’ looose!’
So when one of the women at the table said that she’d been having a recurring dream, which, according to her…
From: SBS. Read more here: https://www.sbs.com.au/topics/voices/relationships/article/2019/08/09/im-autistic-and-honesty-my-gift
