So, true #ActuallyAutistic story. When I was little (and even now, though not as much) I was a toe-walker. My grandmother, naively thinking that perhaps I wanted to be a ballet dancer, enrolled me in ballet class. And I was a pretty good dancer. Except I danced to my own drummer, and could not do group dances. My grandmother, who was my saintly advocate, not-so-saintly gave the dance school instructor a helluva talking to -- and the instructor let me do solo pieces, which I excelled at. And then got bored with it. Lol. My grandmother indulged me in a lot of "hobbies" -- bless her heart. I know not everyone has had supportive parents. I lucked out with her (and my grandfather, and my mom who was more my buddy than a parent -- but that's a story for another day).
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I wonder if it is possible to predict if ancient individuals were autistic based on the footprints they left behind.
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One of the first things people notice physically about me is how big my calve muscles are, especially in shorts or skinny jeans. They usually ask or assume that I’m an avid hiker or bicyclist. But it’s a lot more simpler than that.

I am a lifelong toe-walker.

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