I usually have both profound sympathy and an admiration bordering on the wanting-to-be --- autistic. Strangely enough, they make my own eerie compulsions and my compulsions and mannerisms rather normal. The world is a safer place without anybody else in it.
We’ve seen a lot of movies and read many stories about emotionally disassociated minds. They were all heavily charged with disparity and kept wringing our pity. “The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time” in contrast, is one that we simply relate to, and empathize with. We don’t feel pity for the character, we level with him and genuinely cheer him on and hope for an eventual triumph. It allows not to see the character as an outcast. We come to an understanding of how their world works. And we are awed by this world.
