Yeah, yeah, I know: “Spring is fluttering its blue ribbon again” (a piece of poetry from German Poet Eduard Mörike). Spring is nice. Spring is pleasant. Spring is lovely.
But for me every March begins a time, when I feel the sunlight as particularly bright, as intrusive.
Do not get me wrong. I like to be in nature and I love to travel alone. Because I love silence.
When I have a day off during the week, I’m drawn “to the countryside”, as they say. And during the week there are hardly any people on the hiking trails.
I need protection from the sunlight. For many years nobody thought that my headache might have anything to do with the sunlight. When I “get” this glistening light into my eyes, I may not be able to get rid of the glaring, no matter where I look, no matter if I put a towel over my head – it stays there and is glaring in my head. Headaches are the result.
I don’t know how other people from the autism spectrum feel about the sun … I like the warm rays and it does my neck, my back good and it relaxes me to sit in the sun for a while. But I also have to be careful.