In Search of Ancient Waters – Penultimate Thoughts on The Life Autistic

The Life Autistic is drawing to a close.

What began as a life-giving and bountiful stream has shapeshifted course; I’ve caressed the remnant beads of water clinging to this inert sand and have found the rivulets off snaking through rocks and feeding other waters.

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When I began The Life Autistic, the lesser inauthenticities and profound depressions converged into a lightning strike from within my writing self to the written word and world. The blog, writing, storytelling, surged with purpose and propelled me forward — uneasy were the steps, but on we took them, and this resource blossomed.

The waters flowed.

But through it all, the passion had purpose, direction, a path not drawn out, but a course nonetheless.

Writing was my outlet. My outlet was autism. Autism was my writing. These trident points sharpened and cycled, the story carved out new banks, tunnels, curves, and rapids in “justifying the ways of autism and Hunter to the world.”

Yet as the echoes carried far and reverberant through this silo and bellowed meek and clear upon reaching the lip of the outermost edge, I’d hear the weak lipsmack of the shout kissing the sky and wonder whatever happened to the deeper sounds?

Yes, I’m mixing thematic metaphors here. It has been a while.

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I’ve been overjoyed with how my storytelling has crossed mediums into YouTube, where putting my full face and force behind the camera has felt liberating as I share The Life Autistic. The new craft feels grafted and fit, the branches and fruit now budding, blooming, and bearing forth good.

But I think of the old bark of this gnarled trunk. I think of the deeper well within the silo from where the purest sounds emerge. And I run the beads of long-spent water through my fingertips, taking moments longer to dry than I supposed. And I wonder:

Is it time to find the ancient waters?

Writing and I have a complicated, compound-complex relationship — it was the raw, unfinished, and unrefined power I once thought I had, my last remaining and incipient skill, the primordial talent. And while I’ve been keeping fresh and staying limber with the pen (keyboard), I’ve refined and purposed it so much that it has come time to rediscover the propulsion, the power, the long-forgotten rushes of the old stream. The source.

I no longer want to be ‘Hunter, an autism advocate on YouTube, Instagram, or whatever, who happens to write really well.’

I want to contract that entire sentence: Hunter, write.

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This blog is changing, but it’s already changed. You’ve seen it. You’ve noticed. The frequent waves have abated to a recurring but infrequent splash. The narratives less “informative” and far more personal. The autism narrative has already changed course: the stories flow elsewhere like springs.

But here on thelifeautistic.com, my writing on autism has run its course.

I am not going away; the writing is just going deeper, going back, returning to the more ancient source to find new paths.

Where I’m writing less for people to discover information about autism.

Where I’m writing less to fit everything into my autistic narrative.

Where I’m writing less to remind people that “hey autistic advocates can be skilled writers.”

Where I’m writing less for you.

Where I’m writing for me again.

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But at this terminus of water, I find the paths more bountiful.

As I venture back, I need not shut out others from the journey.

I’ll still be writing, and I’d love for you to follow along. But it won’t be things for the occasional wayfinder, no. I’m taking the words from deeper in the mine. They’ll be thoughts, not totally polished, caked with dirt, and wrapped in the weirdness that I’ve been afraid to leave intact for so long — extended muses into phrases, thoughts, indices of possibilities, reflections from the full sides of myself (autistic and otherwise) that I have just not surfaced in ages.

In a way, this is as close to that ‘autistic inner world’ of mine as one could get.

Far less of “Oh, Hunter is autistic and has this great blog about the autistic experience.”

More “Hunter is a writer.”

As the title should convey, we are almost finished here. We’re heading back, and I look forward to beginning the return in earnest, where flow deep those ancient waters.