Tag: communication
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Scary Day Ahead!
Any of you that have had much to do with autism and therapy blah blah, will know we were not allowed to languish at home for long after the KSP implosion. I mean I learnt my lesson. Lisa (I) am not good with people. It takes all my energy, it is scary and so anxiety…
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I Am Not A Person, I Am An Autistic.
‘I am not my disability, I am a person!’ Interesting, but in terms of autism how accurate is it. I suppose what it gets down to is how do we really understand ‘a person’. Other disabilities, sure I’ll give you that, as far as I know. Blind people are people who can not see, deaf…
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Dark Thoughts – Truth and Communication
Few people will speak the truth because no one can hear the truth. Words are filtered through our own prejudices, education and an emotional veil that shimmers and shifts with every fleeting mood. Correction becomes condemnation so honeyed praise is heaped on, sweetness to help the medicine go down. But the honeyed words are too…
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I Think My Human Costume Is Wearing Out. Part 4
This may (emphasis on the word may) make more sense if you start with part 1 first then part 2 etcetera. First a little back tracking. I may not have given an accurate account of the Literary Dinner. The food was magnificent, the company scintillating, it would have been a phenomenal night except for this one…
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I Think My Human Costume Is Wearing Out. Part 3
Despite your misgivings I actually use the same numbering system as humans, so read part 1 first then part 2 etcetera. So I survived The Literary Dinner and Gavin had called and was in the car outside. Actually I had sent him a message to come in when he got there and join us for…
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I Think My Human Costume Is Wearing Out. Part 1
I have been talking to lots of real humans lately. So at the moment I feel like a juggler whose thrown a dozen eggs in the air, I have realised that having lost sight of them I will not be able to catch them and I am just waiting for them to splatter before I…
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My darkness
As the pain deepens The chasm widens Every approach from either side Does some more damage The gulf more wide I speak to my children I try to explain Then fall back into habit and only complain They don’t understand me To me they’re a mystery The harder we struggle The harder we try We’re…
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I Have Discovered Another Imaginary Talent
You may remember; or you may check back, at one stage I believed I could write a book; How I Started To Write. Then I thought I could write a Science Fiction novel; A Novel. Now I think I can paint. Oh I’ve been doing this all the time lately; there are all kinds of…