“This idea that someone is different from what we are comfortable with so we don’t treat them the same is universal. But it doesn’t have to stay that way. The differences in each of us are what makes us beautiful. It’s what makes the world interesting and fun. It’s how discoveries are made and we learn new things.” Read more. . .
We don’t like being knocked out of what we know, being forced to confront the unexpected. But we find ourselves there again and again. Those of us without Autism learn that sometimes when we interact with a new experience, it can turn out to be pleasurable. Those with Autism, often focus on the times it wasn’t. Read more. . .
When you are looking to hire someone for a job, consider widening your search parameters. A large portion of adults who experience Autism are unemployed. Many of them are smart, capable people. Consider taking a chance on someone who seems just a little different. Maybe they might need a few accommodations. But so do many other people. Read more . . .
You see, I realized that finally, my mental illnesses are mostly under control. I haven’t been able to say that in at least five years. It has been five years of working with doctors, pumping my body full of supplements and trying different medication combos. Previously once I reached this stage and maintained it for a while I’ve been able to go off my medication. Whether or not that will be possible this time or not is yet to be seen. For now, I’m happy with finally being in a place where I can be happy. I can handle life and LIVE, not just try and survive day to day. Read more. . .
As we come to the knowledge that someone we look up to, has fallen off their pedestal, I think it’s important to take a moment to spend time with our children and teach them about how people are just people. We don’t belong on pedestals. We crave perfection and want to believe that a magical fairy tale is possible. But the problem with pedestals is that they are tipsy things. They are easily tipped over and mere mortals don’t belong on them. We are too clumsy. Read more. . .
“Autism rages loud, all-consuming, battering at your spirit just as you batter at my door. But it batters at mine too, trying to pull us down into the abyss of this meltdown. An Autism meltdown for you, a questioning of my Motherhood meltdown for me. Am I doing this right? Do I have the skills for this? Can I really do this?”