I am not much of a theater goer but I can imagine that people who enjoy that sort of thing would like a play about someone who worries about what other people think of them. People with autism think about that, too, but we can’t dwell on it or we would be depressed all of the time. I’m so glad that the people that I care about the most love me for who I am. I can’t imagine living your life always trying to please everyone else. Shouldn’t we all be more accepting of each other so that everyone feels loved? I think so. Maybe I should write a play about autistic people who conquer the world, one kind act at a time.
Aaron. Playwright extraordinaire.