Inasmuch as I find it flattering that so many followers have joined in my little tiny corner of the world wide inter-web…. No, it’s extremely flattering. Thank you so very much, all viewers, all readers and especially all followers. Many of you whom have joined are aware, familiar or are the sole diagnosee of Autism as am I. Let me be frank, but I assure you my name is still David *grin*.
The past few months have been quite trying on me. If anyone out there right now can relate to what it is like to live with or be around someone on the spectrum, then praise-be that you know full-well what the preceding sentences entails: a lot of hardship, a lot of work, a lot of misunderstanding and agony: lots and lots of agony. I wish I could be as flashy and eloquent with my poetic and Shakespearean words as I once was when I first started to declare to everyone out there that I even claim to write better than Shakespeare (truly). But, I am exceedingly, mordantly and unabashedly exhausted. After all, I’m getting married… in 12 days. Excuse me: 11 days, 7 hours and 42… 1 minutes. This woman is by far a beauty of beauties and before I take one step further in deifying her laurels of beauty, so to speak, I wish to let my readers, my followers and my fellow ASD diagnosees know that I am truly a writer and not a laborer.
I quit my last job. Ethically, relationally, professionally and all the other –lies of that job was why I needed to quit. We all in some respect wish to leave our job (most of us, at least I feel). But this was an absolute need. Succeeding passing out in a collapsed heap of exhaustion during one hotel job and my over 100 hours of work during one pay-period (trust me, with my dollars-per-hour, even all the double time was not even remotely worth it) I needed to leave, or else I could have been severely injured; and not just physically. I’m now sitting in my living room with some atmospherics playing on my speakers soothingly (I truly feel like I’m at the beach *smile*) typing my little fingers on this wonderful home-key position on my computers letters before me and I am at more home than ever in my entire life… save before the keyboard of a piano or the fingerboard of a violin or… you get the idea.
But… (it’s a big one) I need money, you know to eat, pay rent and kinda, you know, live… with my new wife… and our prospects for a family. How much are diapers now? So, I’m going to type but in an effort to simply tell all (albeit I have been doing so) yet in a monetized manner: as an associate for websites! So, come one; come all; gather ‘round and feast your eyes…. No, I’m not going to “sell” you anything. I’m not going to work some manipulation in words and induce your “needs” to metamorphosize into you “want” section of your brain to get you to buy stuff. On the other hand, if there is one thing that drives my passion in the essence of Autism, it is verily education and the endeavor to irradiate ignorance: I wish to parley what it truly is like to live (survive) with Autism. As such, please, I implore you all of whom know the struggles behind Autism and venture forth into the realm of literature and take it upon my well educated (I.Q. about 170 to 180) word that, if you wish to feel the sensation of one who had to live with ASD and not know it (like myself) until he was older, consider the following link at the very bottom for a book called: “Look Me In The Eye,” by John Elder Robison.
The book is easy to read in that it is unequivocally relatable. Essentially, John Elder Robison will take you through some of the most common situations in life and allow you to thus see it and feel it as he did and still does. On the other hand, he will take you also on a ride of such extravagant awe, wonder and also the biggest OMG moments you will ever witness in literature that even I stood amazed at the level of creativity and dare-devilry behind what this small boy did to those poor confused people whilst reading the book; cover to cover in about a week (a lot of what I read needed extended mediation….)
In purchasing this read, especially a read of such marvelous benefit to the reader who wishes to understand this rather confusing and quite perplexing disorder, you will also be supporting the next up-and-coming John Elder Robison. You will be supporting my cause and my creed to tell people all over the world, literally at the edge of suicide: “don’t give up. If I can do it, you can do it.” I guess what I wish to accomplish is life-saving. I know that there is a very high statistic of people who commit suicide and actually succeed. I choose not to look up that number, because under the numbers of those who actually tried yet failed in 2005, I would be in there.
Help this, help me and, most of all, help the children and doctors and parents and individuals. Autism, I fear, is somewhat underrated. But, I have scars across my body that say otherwise… not to mention the marks upon my soul *sob*.
Thank you all for reading. Thank you all for following and, above all, from the deepest recesses of the ventricle-bowels of my heart, thank you for purchasing a book about a man who lived a radical life on the spectrum I highly, highly recommend.
Keep reading words, for I have infinity to give.
-The Giver of Words.