Traveling the world as an autistic
FOOD TROUBLES
My love for food is a blessing and a curse. I love all types of food that are meant for the soul. The love is how my palate morphs into a palette of colors and flavors. They make my fancy dreams come true. Hope fills my heart as my imagination soars into the universe of food possibilities. Privilege becomes a treasured friend as access to a rich variety of food is always within reach. Openness to different foods and cultures is a gift bestowed by the family that I will continue to wear as my proudest inheritance.
The dream becomes a nightmare as love turns into greed. The greed combines with the mind body disconnect to create the perfect storm that the kitchen pantry or the refrigerator has no chance against. The love for food turns into a crusade of self destruction. As the stomach screams to stop, the hands and mouth might very well be on a different planet. Life is challenging when your love becomes treacherous.
The sun will rise. Life will take a different turn. The association of food and love will live happily in harmony forever after.
