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Page Seven

Mon 6 July 2009     Greenfield

I wander over the pages of a book, but I can only sustain it for a few pages. I read with animals around me all my reading life, until 16 months ago. It’s extremely, hugely hard now, to read the printed page. Even pages on the internet.

This book that I’m trying to read is an autobiography of an autistic. Autism is more severe than the Asperger’s that I have, but I’m finding some things in common. I’ve already mentioned this book (Nobody Nowhere), and I chose it as much for the title as for the subject. Nobody nowhere is what I’ve so often felt like in my life in relation to other people, and with the loss of my home and everyone I love, that feeling is intensified to a degree I can’t describe.

I’d known for years that if I lost the animals, there would be grief and emptiness like I’d never known before, but even so, I wasn’t prepared for the many months of  alternating shock and denial and grief that I would go through until finally settling into the emptiness.

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all photos, graphics, poems and text copyright 2009-2011 by anne nakis, unless otherwise stated. all rights reserved.



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