wizardarchetypes:

autism moment is when I was three or four I told my parents I could read. We were staying at my grandpa’s house & I got up out of bed and brought downstairs the dr. seuss book my dad had just read to me at bedtime and I said I could read it. so I opened it up and “read” the whole thing and my dad was ASTOUNDED and he made a big thing of it so I burst into tears and told them I was lying because I didn’t actually know how to read, I’d memorized it word-for-word when my dad read it to me and then I just recited it while turning the pages and I was a farce and then my poor dad spent the next hour trying to make me understand how that was also deeply impressive but I was inconsolable.

I don’t know how parents don’t laugh at kids’ dramatics more often because I woefully put my little head in my little hands and I said “am I still your baby?”

Thought they were gonna disown me for Dr. Seuss Crimes.