Oh mate.. Not true. I look for you every day just to see what your into. .. up too. You matter to me bigtime.. And I'm not the only one. what's happened mate. I was looking at your chairs again
wondering about all the steps and traps. Tell you a secret. I did try making a chair once.. Actually I think my doc submitted it with my Ndis application. I can still see him, doubled up with laughter..
You have got pair of hands, a mind and a heart, I would love to have @Glisten
Invalidation scones you say. Dark deep and sad, But I see you. look at your words mate. They are a painters words. Painters feel pain. I'm so sorry you feel it. Me, I envy it. You feel at a level many cannot. . . Use that. Its just one of your many gifts. Tell it or sell, to we, that don't have it, and need it.
I think inside you, are words art and dreams searching for a way to manifest in the real world.
I for one am a friend that wants to be ringside when that happens.
Your right. I'm no social worker. Never really know the right thing to say. You know.. autistic.
But I spend years looking for raw truth. For a glimpse at the place beyond the soul. In a few words
I see in you, a pathway to. . . that place.
Please, start to paint create, and write, and I mean, really write. You got kid. I see it..
I'll look out for you once the white coats have feasted there fill off me.
Hang in my friend .....
Find the art inside you that I clearly see, and make something beautiful from it.. tonys