After the end of the summer, I spent my last week in town preparing for transition. I began to make some phone calls and get acquainted with the trombone faculty down at Indiana University. I would set up a lesson with my trombone professor, Mr. Peter Ellefson. I was amazed when I first met him, as he was such a fine musician.

Just a bit about what goes on in my mind mostly due to a form of autism called aspurgers.

A poem looking into the mind of a person with Asperger’s Syndrome ~ A form of Autism.

This is my first social story, written by me, the autistic. Mostly geared towards autistics who need social skills taught to them, it’s directed to the public.

An autistic child’s struggle to identify and live with others is always a big hurdle, more so, because parents, relatives and on-lookers do not have the patience to care enough to communicate with someone who forms emotions, thoughts and action much slower than the average person.