This bird kept on flying from one window pane to the next trying to find a way out of the store. It was cheeping frantically. It could see the way out through the glass but didn't understand what was in its way. All it wanted to do was fly away.
It doesn't sound like much to a lot of people, but I know exactly what it feels like to face a barrier that I don't understand, which keeps me from what I desperately want. That was what it was like growing up with autism. I was like that bird, facing barriers that I didn't understand. Barriers that no one could explain to me. All I wanted was to be understood. It was no wonder I felt sorry for the poor bird.
This is just something to think about.