“To most people, waves coming and going on sandy summer beaches are powerful and hypnotic, but for me they are cleansers. When I stand before God’s ocean, my disability washes away and I am free of autism. Waves cover and protect me from hearing and feeling the human world that hurts and confuses me.
To be washed of an environment that suffocates me is to be rescued from pain and more lonely times in this place that is normal. Send more waves to liberate me from autism. Wash me, sweepers of unfit reality!”