Hi. I'm Jas, and in case you didn't know, I am autistic. I have Asperger's Syndrome. I'm writing this book just so I can jot some of my thoughts down, and so you can see what it's really like to be autistic, well, for me at least. My best friend mad...
I was wrong. Every bit of happiness I felt in the past and feel in the present isn't a lie, it was and is all genuine, but it's temporary happiness. Every time I remember him, the grief destroys my happiness and makes me sad again, a normal part of the grieving process. God, the grieving process sure is cruel.
Updates on my life: I'm still a mix between a person who is truly happy and a person who is pretending to be happy, but I am getting better at containing both sides. I still care for the universe and wish to make it a better place, I'll be going back to school on the 29th of January (I'm scared! 😱😱😱), I miss my dad terribly and can't wait for this horrible school year to be over, and I will be starting a new Dungeons & Dragons campaign very soon. These are all pictures of my dad and I in his final stage of cancer.
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This is us in his "shop" aka the room where he smokes.
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This is Dad giving Eddie some affection.
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That's Dad and I again. He was closer to passing away because he was super thin.
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That's Dad in his at-home hospital bed.
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This is Dad and I at the MN Renaissance Festival. He and I really wanted to go together for awhile, but when we finally did, we found out that his wheelchair didn't work in the mud caused by a huge rainstorm, so he people watched with my stepdad and mom and they shared Ren Fest stories (my Dad and stepdad both used to work at the Ren Fest).
Dad knew Puke from The Puke and Snot show, and said man sent us his fondest wishes and gave us free seats at the show, only we never showed up because Lukas and I couldn't find the stage and Dad couldn't move or he'd get stuck and went home early to sleep.
If you wanna see more pictures, just tell me and I'll post them. I'd love to share my world with you.
