Alex Lowery tells us about coming to God as a person with autism
My earliest memory is of when I was three years old.
I was in a world that was a terrifying place, with noises so loud I had to hold my ears to face them. Going into shops is easy for most people, but for me it was one of the worst torments you could have on this earth. The pop music was so loud it was torture.I hated clothes. I only wore loose jogging trousers and T-shirts, but even they felt like I was wearing painfully unbearable armour. The labels felt like needles and the badges on T-shirts felt like thistles sticking into me.
