Mom found something I wrote when a pre-teen:
Peaceful times after holidays are great. Then Mom and I love writing and being together. A time to vote for quiet plans to make a better world for people with disabilities. A time to read books and take walks. Sometimes we do silly things, and other times we stick to routines. But we always act together.
A time I love is when Mom is nice. Sometimes she is mad at me for not cooperating. Autism plans bad stuff, but Mom blames me. A try will help, she thinks. Autism fights cooperation and we all lose. Autism pleases no one.