3000 years ago, a king found a cool rock and engraved it with a picture of himself handing it to his young daughter with the caption “I gave this cool rock to my beloved daughter, Bar-Uli”
“I found this cool rock, so I made you An Art and I wrote on it how I love you (and also how cool this rock is).” is my love language. Like I can’t carve so instead I write poems about how my partner makes a sandwich because I saw her do it one time but it feels like the same energy here and like, in my experience that’s one of the two ways ASD people show love. (The other is infodumping about a special interest and it’s also wonderful because a special interest is a part of our soul.)
