A few days ago I learned that the pictures in my mind are fragmented. I only see details of objects but don’t see the complete object. So I can see the handlebar of a bicycle, the wheels, the pedal and the other parts of which a bicycle excists, but I can’t see the bicycle.
That shocked me. For a while I didn’t know what I should draw, what I could draw.
Joking
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This morning I realized that I had made a mistake. I didn’t want to learn how to draw so I could draw my world. I wanted to learn to draw so I could draw the pictures in my mind. Those pictures aren’t fragmenten. Only pictures of real objects are.
I remembered a joke I wanted to tell someone, but didn’t tell.
On route to my work I noticed something funny. But when I was about to tell a collegue I realized that I didn’t have the words to tell it.
Autistics have a thinking process that’s much more visual then that of neuro typicals, (which begs the question how neuro typicals think but nobody seems to be able to tell me 
), and as the saying goes: A picture says more then a thousand words. The problem I faced was that I didn’t have those thousand words.
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