Taken on Faith
I count myself as one with whom I’ve accomplished into the full adaptation of the world’s conundrum. However, adaptation to that of sole behavior of that in which verily disables me behaviorally and systemically denotes hardly natural inclinations of life and the pursuit of prosperity: I suffer this dilemma daily and perpetually wanting of all hope to fall into any such professed scheme to which my character alternately portrays; that of one who is not diagnosed with Autism. Yet, mine is unseen, unfelt and wholly unknown. The experts can only go so far as the normality of their own neurology dictates. Even those of whom can parley their feeling and notions subjectively to the objective world of the Autistic community, it is utterly unique. A paraplegic is a paraplegic and naught of much else. One who is deaf or has difficulty with their auditory perception can, indeed, be diagnosed amid their own spectrum. Nevertheless, Autism is more than a spectrum: Autism is a sheer Pandora’s Box. Identifying anything as a spectrum gives rise to understanding its particulars. We call not the Universe a spectrum, do we? Nay, it is the Universe the lot of which lies and will ever lie for many, many eons still unexplored, if it is ever explored at all. And yet, the human brain possesses far greater of an expanse of the unknown which shames the albeit great vastness of the heavens above. Thus, insofar as we can be “aware” of Autism or even fall into endeavors to “cure” Autism, the dawn of Psychology began with the cliché yet infamous question, “how does that make you feel?” over one hundred years ago. Hitherto we have naught to show for such an enterprise save for the rampant disdain of Psychotherapy and the unwilling nature of the laymen who lack the faith to believe in a proven and verifiable science. What hope, thus, do we have, do I have, in this generation what has been juggling the Autistic Spectrum Disorder for not but a few decades to which its only new paradigm was the abolishment of Asperger’s Syndrome, PDD and PDDNOS (Pervasive Developmental Disorder [Not Otherwise Specified]). Not even those who truly need care for even the most basic of physical ailments, such as a tooth ache, are guaranteed their proper and professional accommodation. Although my science and analyses in this statement are purely theoretical, any research for officiation can be sought in no further than the Google search of: Statistics on the suicide rate of Autistic sufferers in the United States. I didn’t even look that up myself because I don’t need to: I am part of that statistic. I just happened to survive. But, I continue to survive- every-single-forsaken-day. My motivation falls to one highly underrated word I will mention later. For now…
In my absence of WordPress I’ve been working and living and making my life with my new wife. I am tired yet energetic. My head is spinning yet could not be straighter. I am making this post on my lunch break. I am making this post to let you in, those new, on my book called The Rudimentum Series: Aeon Eternal. I am a writer. A story teller. A linguist. I am a logophile (a lover of words). I use words that are not in the Microsoft word dictionary or even on Wicktionary. I use words that are obsolete are completely extinct. Help this Autistic young man and his endeavors to become a great and inspirational writer; to seek the souls of those he knows for a fact suffer as he did in every conceivable respect; to give them something he’s had his whole life, which is the very and sole reason he even still has life: this is my word: HOPE! Buy my book; become a liker of the facebook page and check out my Youtube Channel (humble channel) and help this one pleading yet ambitious man write stories and books and music that could move and shake your soul, if you would allow me to try. Thank you. Blessings and the love of God be with you all.
-The Giver of Words.