Rachel, over at " Journeys with Autism ", wrote a great post yesterday titled " The Path That Chose Me ". Several things jumped out at me as I read it, the first and biggest "Oh Yeah, that's me!" was this: "...I was on the margins. I just didn’t fit. Even when I was standing next to them, I watched my family members over there , as though they were in the center of the room, relating to one another, and I was on the outside. For a long time, I was sure that I must have been adopted, because there was no one in the family who reminded me of myself at all." I'm like that in virtually all of my relationships, even though I feel like I want to connect I don't, in any group, no matter the size, it seems I'm always on the margin, on the outside looking in. I don't fit into the spaces there, when I do squeeze in it feels as though I'm forcing myself into a shape that is not my own. People have objected when I've ...