There is a version of autism people speak about in very serious tones.

Clinical.
Careful.
Heavy with the weight of misunderstanding.

And I understand why.
Because living in a world not built for your nervous system is not always funny.

But.

There is also this,

the quiet, deeply specific comedy
of being exactly who I am.

Like the way I will absolutely, without hesitation, stand there internally buffering if someone sits in my spot.

Not aggressively.

Not dramatically.

Just… present.

Waiting.

Because we both know that is my seat.

Even the cats know.
(In fact, the cats are now active participants in the betrayal.)

Or the fact that I eat with a cake fork.

Not because I have to.

Because I like the smallness of it.
The neatness.
The tiny, contained satisfaction.

I own full-sized cutlery like a normal adult.

I simply choose not to engage with it unless absolutely necessary.

And yes — if I get dressed in the wrong order on a high-ADHD day…

we are starting again.

From the bottom.

Respectfully.

Because the body knows the sequence, and today we are not freelancing.

These things used to confuse me.
Used to make me wonder why I moved through the world with so many… specificities.

Now?

I find a quiet fondness for them.

Because these are not random oddities.

They are the shape of a nervous system that has always been trying to feel steady in a loud world.

I walk on Adam’s left side.

Always.

(And the one time I didn’t… the man  left the pavement entirely. Coincidence? I think not.)

I prefer even numbers.

I get disproportionately excited about small, cute things.

I will run a bath with absolutely no intention of washing — simply to exist in warm water like a Victorian sea creature.

None of this means autism is easy.

None of this erases the hard days.

None of this removes the reality of overload, fatigue, or the very real work of navigating a world that is often too much.

But.

There is room here too.

For recognition.

For softness.

For the quiet moment where you realise:

oh.

This is just… me.

And after everything my nervous system has carried,

I think I’m allowed to find that

just a little bit funny.

— Frost ❄️