| This is the 539th story of Our Life Logs® | The first thing you need to know about me to understand my story: I am autistic. I was not...

In fact, I seemed perfectly normal until about age four. That’s when I began walking on my toes with a sort of limp, as if I were...

This was the day I was born, miraculously, to a drug-addicted mother who couldn’t take care of me. I was born with fetal alcohol syndrome...

And while both were “uneducated” (in the sense that my father dropped out after 8th grade, and my mother had never been to school a day...

As my family sat, distraught, a priest entered the room to give my last rites. My blue, lifeless body laid across the table. I wasn’t...

I had a normal, Catholic upbringing. My mother’s family was Irish, and my father’s family was Italian, creating a melting pot of heritage...