Slave to the Autism.
Monday, August 26, 2019
To Feel or Not to Feel: Where is the Empathy?
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At 15 , my Summers were full of sunbathing with friends on trampolines, bike riding, and trips to my best friend's cabin in Gaylord. ...
Tuesday, July 30, 2019
The cloud
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My parents died in 2017, following a rapid decline in health the year prior. Maybe someday I'll tell you more about that. But for n...
Sunday, April 24, 2016
Drowning in Slow Motion
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I am both alive and dead at the same time. My existence is poetry written by an unknown hand, whipping me through time in erratic crests and...
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Thursday, March 24, 2016
Don't Just Don't
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Everyone is a 'little bit' autistic. No. They. Are. Not. He enters the front door, steps aside and closes the door, shuffling of...
Thursday, April 2, 2015
Autism Acceptance Day
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About ten years ago, my husband and I had traveled to Ohio for a wedding while leaving our son (who was one at the time) with his sister and...
Friday, January 30, 2015
Patience
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I lived nineteen years with a person I never knew. When I was sixteen (and he was 29) most of our interactions consisted of both of our eye...
Sunday, January 18, 2015
A Little Goes a Long Way
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All of the desks formed an arc around the room, facing a wooden lecturn in the center. This room had only one exit, a door in the corner, t...
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