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“E si rimane per sempre quello che, a un dato momento, si è deciso che dovevi essere. Non c'è rielaborazione possibile: le persone devono essere ben catalogate, marchiate a vita. Almeno, però, fatemi un favore: non venitemi a dire che non è possibile; perché il dolore, la solitudine, la difficoltà nel sentirmi diverso da voi, li ho portati dentro da solo, quasi sempre in silenzio. La fatica di sembrare normale in modo che voi poteste stare tranquilli, l'ho fatta da solo. Adesso sono stanco, mi sono reso conto che non c'è bisogno di vergognarsi, nel sentirsi diverso. Ora ho deciso che io, tutto sommato, a questa normalità che distrugge il pianeta in cui vive, che odia chiunque manifesti delle differenze; a questa normalità che tenta di annientare il pensiero critico e aspira a una beata mediocrità, non voglio più assomigliarci.”

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Eccentrico: Autismo e Asperger in un saggio autobiografico

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