You have to be odd to be number one.

Dr. Seuss

This changed me

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Reading afforded me traditional escapism, of course–anybody who read my post about growing up in a racist household can probably gather that a healthy dose of escapism saved my sanity on numerous occasions. Looking back, though, I can see that it was much more than situational escapism. Reading (and, to a lesser extent, writing and music) let me draw the curtains closed around me and burrow deep into myself, the only place that I often truly feel comfortable. The only place I really feel like me.
- from Reading, Asperger Syndrome, and Me by Susie Rodarme (via bookriot)

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