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Hullo all!

My name is Anie, I'm autistic, and I wrote/illustrated a book on what it's like to live in my head. Visuals of my oversensitive sensory system, the surreal nature of living with Synesthesia, illustrated maps of social/sensory theories I've made to make sense of the world, the history of the people who live in my head, and more.

Temple Grandin says;

"I looked up your book on the internet and it is absolutely gorgeous. Your book is really beautiful and it should be published. I think it will help people understand the sensory world of a person with autism.
You are a really a great artist.
Anybody who is interested in creativity should experience your book.

Sincerely,
Temple Grandin, author
Thinking in Pictures and The Way I See It

If you need financial assistance getting this book, email me at adelphus@hotmail.com.
Knowledge is useless if unobtainable.

I'm one of those people that never seems to grow up, never like alcohol or coffee, never watch the news, never go to bars or whatever it is grown-ups do, and yet I am a senior citizen, dresser full of pills, leaning on my cane, already retired and living on social security. I’m a social autistic, a layabout with Panic/Anxiety Disorder, and a hard-wired optimist with clinical depression. I am oversensitive to stimuli but overdose on it willingly, my synesthesia enhancing it all the more. I'm a reclusive and fragile, but I'll jump off a cliff if I feel there's something important to learn from it. I live a strange, charmed life pocked with small wonders and bursts of impossibility achieved. I'm a professional artist despite my best efforts to be a professional writer. I have a collection of marbles that I maintain are all facsimiles of other universes and once grew tomatoes out of the trunk of my car. Because my mind is a... special case, I felt compelled, nay, duty-bound, to fill the void between the outside world and the various states of mental aberration that I hold. There are times I’ve felt I was made for this sole purpose, and for the longest time I feared dying with it unfinished. Now I fear it no longer.