10/05/2026
Last time I said I can miss home and still want my independence.
Then I came home for the weekend.
My parents took me to a jazz concert. Before the concert there was a DJ playing salsa music, then a Cuban band came out with dancers.
I danced for hours.
Jazz isnāt even my favorite kind of music, but I ended up enjoying that too.
It was just a really good night.
And at some point I thought about something.
This probably wouldnāt have happened if I had stayed at the group home.
Thatās one of the things thatās hard about living there.
I like having my own life. I like my independence. But sometimes I wonder what Iām missing while everyone else is out living theirs.
Maybe independence isnāt just about learning how to live without your family.
Maybe itās also learning how to stay connected to them.
Because I donāt want to move backwards.
I just donāt want growing up to mean missing out.
I didnāt outgrow autism. I grew with it.