Thinking

I think about my life, and about how others have perceived me. I have variously been called daft, stupid, a spastic, a retard, eccentric and all sorts of things. Now I have definitely learned that the nerves in my brain behave differently from those in the brains of the majority of mankind, but similarly to those in the brains of in a significant minority.
Now I am angry. Never again do I want to be told that I am quite normal or that I am not. Do not judge me by your own standards. I can assure you that the vast majority of those who have made such remarks have been, intellectually, vastly inferior to myself, and so were not in any position to reach such conclusions. To put it another way, I am intellectually superior to most people who say I am normal, or that I am not. My family does not make such fatuous claims, because they are my intellectual equals. That is why I love them. They do not judge.