Wow, so here I am. A book I never thought I would read, because I don’t usually read romance, especially when it’s not marketed as erotica. But I got this for free and started reading it out loud to my Mom in the car and couldn’t help myself. I just kept reading. I felt bad, because my Mom was interested in this one, but as soon as I started reading it I felt like I had been friends with Stella all my life. This isn’t a heavy book by any means, in fact, it probably falls under the category of ‘fluff,’ but by the time I finished this one, I was left with questions. In this case, the questions weren’t about the book. This time, the questions were about myself.
While I was reading this, I saw myself a lot in Stella. This was interesting to me, because I’m not autistic. It’s not something that ever even crossed my mind. Of course I’ve known people with autism, both high functioning and not so much, so I thought I knew at least a little about it. And I do. Except, not about the way autism looks in females. The knowledge I have, I realized as I did research, is knowledge that almost exclusively has to do with males. And the more research I did, the more I have recognized myself. From obsessing and fixating, to the inability to look at people to developing routines and rituals, I recognized myself. I discussed it with my Mom, since she’s my best friend, and after talking about it, she encouraged me to talk to a doctor about it. So, whether I find out that I’m on the spectrum in some way, or I find out that I’m someone who deals with another disorder, this book means more to me than I ever would have guessed, going into it.
While I was reading this, I saw myself a lot in Stella. This was interesting to me, because I’m not autistic. It’s not something that ever even crossed my mind. Of course I’ve known people with autism, both high functioning and not so much, so I thought I knew at least a little about it. And I do. Except, not about the way autism looks in females. The knowledge I have, I realized as I did research, is knowledge that almost exclusively has to do with males. And the more research I did, the more I have recognized myself. From obsessing and fixating, to the inability to look at people to developing routines and rituals, I recognized myself. I discussed it with my Mom, since she’s my best friend, and after talking about it, she encouraged me to talk to a doctor about it. So, whether I find out that I’m on the spectrum in some way, or I find out that I’m someone who deals with another disorder, this book means more to me than I ever would have guessed, going into it.