Growing up Hispanic, religion was something that was always around me. I felt it was shoved down my throat, from every virtue to every sin. People should not be judged by just their holiness, they should be judged by their acts of kindness, and standing up for their beliefs.
Parties. They are fun and a great way to relax, but to me, sometimes they can be overwhelming as an autistic person. The loud sounds, the small tight crowds, it can take a hold on you. But at the end, I try to focus on the music to get away, even if it’s only for a little bit.
I’m not afraid to show my feelings - my work is my blood, sweat, and tears. I put in so much effort; share my emotions by showing my photos.
Sometimes you fall in love, but then that person who you think cares about you starts to lie and makes you feel like shit. All of that love goes in the trash. The pain it costs you makes it feel like you’re the problem.
This photo means a lot to me as an autistic person because I feel like I don’t fit in. When I space out into my mind, I find my own safe space and comfort.
Sometimes due to my appearance, people can feel a little intimidated by my size. Well, you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, because I’m a very soft spoken person, and down-to-earth as well.