Hello. My name is Naoki Higashida. I am a Japanese autistic writer and the author of "The Reason I Jump". To celebrate turning 30, I want to start an English language Twitter account. My hope is that I can help improve understanding of people with autism. Thank you.
Thank you for all the warm comments and retweets. I'm very happy and I was also surprised. I apologize for not being able to tweet very quickly, as I have other people helping me with the translation. I will start tweeting little by little about my daily life and how I feel.
The scenery from high up in the Ferris wheel seems unreal. I give thanks for this small chance to escape from reality, and take a moment to gather my feelings.
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I look up at the sky and remember you. I remember you and look up at the sky. It doesn’t matter which comes first. No matter which comes first, you and I are connected by the sky.
Busy days are the days when you need to take deep breaths. Don’t just focus on the pebbles beneath your feet. Look at the sun rising beyond the path. Let’s hope tomorrow can be a good day.
I am autistic and sometimes I write letters in the air with my index finger or on the table. The words I write are words that come into my head. They are not words I have chosen. It is as if the words are asking me to write them. When I write, the words disappear from my mind.
People who don't feel lonely by themselves, I think aren’t alone at all. When I became an adult, I learned there are some ways of living that can only be experienced when you're alone.
I like the word “boutsuki no ame” (stick of candy), and play word games with it often. Maybe I'll replace “candy” with “rain,” since both are “ame” in Japanese. But I don't know what a “stick of rain” would be, so my brain is confused for a second. That second is kind of fun.
Everyone imagines what's going on in somebody else’s mind. When you think too much about someone else’s mind because they have a disability, you
have to imagine a whole lot more. Only they know what they’re really feeling anyway, so I think it's best to keep things simple.
When night ends, morning comes. When sorrow passes, joy is waiting. I believe this, and wait for time to pass. It’s not the most proactive way to live, but it works for me.
It took me a long time to be able to think that I am me, even if I am disgusting. I have to accept myself for who I am. It sounds easy, but it's hard. It's something you can do right now, but it may take you a lifetime to do it.
I think a lot of people are seeking a place of peace for their mind. I look at old photos of the past to relax. I think back to the things I saw then, and praise my old self for working so hard. It makes me feel better.
Hearing “You can do it!” makes you feel better when you’ve still got the will to keep trying. When you're worried you can’t do it at all, even encouragement just makes it worse. Maybe whether you should encourage or just watch depends mostly on how the person is feeling.
When music makes you cry, I think that’s something different than sympathy. It’s because even though the lyrics are the words of the person who wrote the song, they seem like they’re the words of your heart. I think music is incredibly powerful.
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Some people tell me that they don't know how to treat people with disabilities. For me, just a kind look or a smile can make me feel as happy as if I had drawn 'great luck' on a fortune.
As an autistic person, even though the temperature is low and I'm shivering, I have a hard time being aware of how cold I am. I realize that my discomfort was caused by the cold when someone says to me, "Aren't you cold?" I realize that the cause of my discomfort is cold.
On windy days, if I close my eyes and listen, it sounds like crying. Why not laughing, I wonder? When I ask myself that, the door opens to the sadness locked deep in my heart. I say, “I'm okay,” and close the door. Wind, please take my sadness away from me.
“I remember it when the rain falls,” is usually used for sad memories. Maybe because rain is kind of like tears? At times like that, I don't look up at the sky. I listen to the sounds of the rain. The rain says, “It’s okay. You're you and no one else.” It makes me feel better.
I failed just a little, and cried just a little. I succeeded just a little, and laughed just a little. I'm alive again today. And this afternoon, I feel like saying hello to even the birds above my head.
Morning comes, night comes, and morning comes again. Again and again. I give thanks to each normal day, and I'm relieved when a day ends with nothing happening. Even if nothing special happened, I was still healthy the whole day. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you all.
If you were to ask me, "What is the best thing about being autistic?" I would answer, "The feeling of being one with nature. When I forget that I am a person, everything seems like the distant past, and my heart is filled with happiness.
For me, as an autistic person, my obsession is not so much what I want to do, but what I can't stop doing at will. So when my brain decides that I'm done with it, one day I just stop doing it.
There are times when people say, "Even with autism," and other times when they say, "Because of autism." Autism may be one cause, but I do not think it is the whole reason. Please remember that the person is a human being with the disorder of autism.
Let’s walk slowly down the path in front of us, in freedom. Even if it doesn’t go how we want, even if we’re alone, let's walk slowly. Have fun, be happy, and even if you stumble or fall, cry out your name, so the people you love can hear it.
When you see an autistic person who cannot speak, you understand that it must be crippling. Every day that you have to keep listening to people is quite stressful. I hope that before you try to know what they are trying to say, you will also realize how hard it is.
It makes me happy to hear a dog bark. “Woof! Woof!” I don’t just think it’s cute. I try to figure out what the dog’s saying. I don’t know what dogs feel. But each time, I think about it.
As an autistic person, I jump up and down just when images of the past pop into my head. It's because my body reacts. I can't stay still as the emotions of those days come back to me. I cannot stop the memories from automatically replaying.
My heart is covered with gray clouds. On days like that, I hold up my hand to block the rain. Each drop of rain pours into my heart. “It's okay. You're okay.” “It’s okay, I'm okay.” Because tomorrow the skies will be clear.
Some words you read stay with you. Maybe it's not the meaning, but the rhythm of the text, or its beauty. I think it's like music. Maybe literature, music, and art are what keeps us going in life.
Until a moment ago, I was crying. Until a moment ago, I was angry. Until a moment ago, I was frustrated. But that's all part of the past. Thinking that way makes me feel just a little bit better.
My heart’s a little heavy on cloudy days. There are clear days, and also rainy days. Of course, cloudy days too. I just want someone to catch the feelings overflowing in my heart. The sky? No, someone.
Until a moment ago, I was crying. Until a moment ago, I was angry. Until a moment ago, I was frustrated. But that's all part of the past. Thinking that way makes me feel just a little bit better.
Sometimes you learn from other’s opinions that there are worlds you don't know. When I realize how small my world is, it makes me a little scared, but also more sensitive to the kindness of others. I think when people know they’re not alone, they get stronger.
It’s hard to always be positive. Everybody has ups and downs, but instead of forcing yourself to keep trying, sometimes it's better to take a rest. Maybe it’s important to have your own way to relax.
When I stay still, I am sometimes told that I am calm. But I think that is a little different from the state of feeling stable, just because you have stopped moving. Sometimes I feel stable even when I am moving around. The state of mind is not easy to tell.
Some autistic people do not have the same "words to say" and "words available for speaking". Please do not make assumptions about a person's abilities or even personality based solely on the words they can use.
I don't like to have a lot of different things mixed together in my mouth, so I eat white rice alone and then finish each type of side dish in turn. You may think that is strange, but I like it that way.
When a person with autism is severely confused, they may not listen to anything you say. Even if people around you try to calm him or her down, it may have the opposite effect. In such cases, please watch quietly.
I look at videos of dominos a lot. Watching the big sets they build is a lot of fun. The dominos don’t just fall, they sometimes fly, or go upwards. When I see that, I can’t take my eyes off them. “Momentary beauty,” you can call it.
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For me, the changing seasons are like turning the pages of a picture book. The moment I see a dragonfly or a leaf turning yellow or brown, my mind changes to an 'autumn' scene. Once I have put the summer scenes in my memory drawer, autumn has begun.
With my eyes, I chase after the birds as they fly away. It's hard to catch them. The clouds hid them. I blinked ‘cause my eyes were dry. And when I opened them up, a crescent moon was looking at me.
As an autistic person, I watch the same DVDs over and over again. I feel that my favorite DVDs are not that different in how I feel about them the first time I watch them or the 100th time I watch them. The obsession in this case is an unusual obsession.
People who follow their own path no matter what are strong. People who use the hardships they encounter as a chance to walk a different path are flexible. And people who stop for a moment are careful.
A lot of people want to live a simple life. But how about a slow life, instead of a simple one? How living life relaxed? Imagine different kinds of lives, and whichever seems to fit best may be the life that's best for you.
Humans are small, the world is big, and the universe is huge. Humans know nothing about the universe. We may think we do, but we don't know anything about the real universe yet.
As an autistic person, I sometimes write words that pop into my head with my index finger in the air or on the table. The reason is that the word asks me to write it. If I write it, the word disappears from my mind.
You're the hero of your own life, but sometimes an extra, or a villain, in another’s. The story’s climax is a long ways away. Just worry about the story where you're the hero.
I forgot what happened yesterday. I’m not worried about what happens tomorrow. All I need is for today to be good. ‘cause yesterday will become today, and today will become tomorrow. When things are hard, that’s all you need.
As an autistic person, I like word games. My favorite now is:
Me: “Honey pen.”
Them: “It’s a chocolate pen.”
If they laugh and ask why I said honey pen, it makes me happy somehow. And if they start to wonder if there is such thing as a honey pen, it makes me feel good.
Sometimes you learn from other’s opinions that there are worlds you don't know. When I realize how small my world is, it makes me a little scared, but also more sensitive to the kindness of others. I think when people know they’re not alone, they get stronger.
I like to look at flyers and other text from an angle. When I lean the flyer close to my eyes, the letters change like shapes. I think people usually think of letters as something to be read, but for me, as an autistic person, letters are something to play with.
If you keep staring at one point, you’ll never see what’s going on around you. Stop and look around you, and you’ll see all kinds of things. And maybe once you realize how small the world you were looking at was, your perspective will broaden on its own.
I am autistic and cannot look the way other people point when they say "look at that". My eyes always try to see only what I want to see. My brain reacts to what I see, making me laugh or make me sad.
When I want to cover my ears with my index finger is when I hear a noise I don't like and when I want to concentrate. The advantage is that I can easily adjust the volume with my finger.
I watch the same video or movie over and over because there is a scene that interests me. When my brain recognizes that the timing of the music and sound matches the movements of the characters, I want to watch it again and again.