Imagine living in a world where everybody sees black and white and shades of gray — and you realize that you’re different from everyone else, because you see the world in vivid colors instead.
The experience of color is amazing, but how frustrating would it be if you couldn’t explain to others what you saw? What if others didn’t understand, because they had no frame of reference? How painful would it be to want to share that experience of color — but you couldn’t share it with anyone? How lonely would that be?
For much of my early life, I assumed everyone experienced emotions in the same intense ways that I do. When I discovered otherwise, I was confused and struggled to explain how my interior experience of painful emotion works. I’ve almost given up, because so few are even interested.
I was reminded of this again tonight because of what I felt during a movie. It was just a run-of-the-mill romantic comedy, so it’s not something most people would have seen as intensely emotional, but interaction between two characters struck me in that oddly intense way. Two characters each experienced painful longing for the other, even though they couldn’t be together.

When I’ve done something great, nothing seems impossible to me
When doubt wakes me at dawn, my world seems a lonely place
Friend’s happy family and career remind me how good life can be
People don’t confront ideas today; they lob bumper stickers at others
Was Columbus a hero or a special kind of evil monster? Neither one
Warning, Good Samaritans: Offering teens a ride is ‘disturbing the peace’