Empty Head

Today my head is empty. Or too full. Perhaps that is the trick my mind plays on me. I wish I was one of those aspies who's response to anxiety is not to speak. I am the opposite. When my brain is full my words just spill out. Like a flood. I have noticed that about many girls on the spectrum. You can't get a word out of the boys but you can't shut the girls up. Not all of us. And not all the time. But when we get on a roll we don't seem to know when to stop. I think that is why I like to write. When I write I can edit myself much more effectively than when I speak. I've noticed also that words seem to be more important to most of us girls than to most of the boys I know.