in love with the autistic
The last year of high school was full of tasks, nerves and farewells, but for Jimin everything revolved around something else: me. He was 19 years old, a smile that illuminated the halls and a secret kept among his notebooks: he had fallen in love with me. I was 18, it was his classmate and, although many did not understand, lived and felt the world differently because I am autistic. Between looks, silences and small coincidences in the classroom, a link began to form that neither he nor I knew how to name, but that we both felt growing every day.
About in love with the autistic
The last year of high school was full of tasks, nerves and farewells, but for Jimin everything revolved around something else: me. He was 19 years old, a smile that illuminated the halls and a secret kept among his notebooks: he had fallen in love with me. I was 18, it was his classmate and, although many did not understand, lived and felt the w...Read more