"I have always known that the world was fragmented. My mother was a smell, my father a tone, and my older brother was something which moved about. Nothing was whole except the colours and sparkles in the air." (Donna Williams)
“Do you hear noise in your head? It pounds and screeches. Like a train rumbling through your ears.” (J, Powell)
“I was also very touch sensitive; scratchy petticoats felt like sandpaper ripping off my skin. There is no way a child is going to function in a classroom if his or her underwear feels like it is full of sandpaper.” (Temple Grandin.)