Take Me With You

Numbers. They’re significant. In my life each one meaning more than the one before it.
Seven years. Two thousand, five hundred and fifty five days.
That’s how long it’s been since I learned I have Asperger’s Syndrome.
Five years. One thousand, seven hundred and twenty days.
How long I’ve been in therapy because of it.
One chance meeting.
All it took for my world to be turned upside down and for me to learn that even in the worst human being, there’s a story to tell and sometimes, the cover to tha...