Shoes with Sarah
Autism likes traveling about in old, familiar shoes. No new fitting ones to break in. No new colors to dazzle our eyes. No new styles around which we must find visual pathways. No wishing for unfamiliar things to crowd our existence. With new shoes I cannot see, hear, or feel as well. I’m all new shoes and lose part of who I am. I become “Shoes with Sarah” rather than “Sarah who is wearing shoes,” and I feel lost.
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