“We are all smart in different ways.” That said, intelligence cannot be measured by a single criterion – certainly not an IQ test. Among those of us on the autism spectrum, that this holds especially true.
Most people who meet me have no idea. I am a fly on the wall or a clown making jokes, deflecting from my deepest darkest secret. Nobody would ever guess, because my verbal (spoke) vocabulary is nothing particularly remarkable.
People sometimes describe me as “funny, silly, and quirky”. My coworkers describe me as “positive, friendly, warm, and kind”. Apparently the word feels as if I am a bubbly personality – they have no idea of the deep dark secret hiding within me.
Nobody knows that I am smart. I don’t run around wearing my IQ (144) on my blouse. That number is subjective.
If a cat tell’s a fish he is stupid because he cannot climb a tree he will never appreciate that the fish can breath under water – the cat cannot breath under water. The fish and the cat are different not less (as Temple Grandin said).
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