Hello my family of readers!
I have absolutely wonderful news!! Inasmuch as I know you all enjoy the uttermost macabre of my life in that you read a history of Autism-inundated hysterics, guess what? My WordPress account will be accepting sponsors!
In 2004 I walked inside the movie theater alone which shortly preceded a series of suicide attempts. The movie I went to see was Secret Window staring Jonny Depp. Filled with self-doubt, self-loathing and a series of self-inflicting pains due to chronic, manic depression, schizophrenia, a psychotic break from reality—to name but a few—I found some small comfort in what the aforementioned movie inspired within me: writing. After I emerged from consuming my first 26 Excedrin in 2005 of February after a 9 day stint at a psychiatric ward, I actually didn’t begin writing. I was admitted again to another psychiatric ward. Only this time it was 12 days and in the medium security wing of the ward. I was that much of a danger to myself. I once again walked amidst the world (at least I referred to it as Hell; and this term of “Hell” is literal: I actually believed I was in Hell) and began a long, long journey that would lead me to understand how much God not only never left me, forsook me or abandoned me but loved me so, so much, also.
February, 2005: I’ll never forget it. I took my laptop, walked inside this old coffee place called It’s a Grind (I miss that dive) sat down and began writing. Billions of words later (no, really, billions) I’m married to a masterpiece of God’s creation, playing music which people love, supporting my wife through her health goals (she’s kicking a## btw) and, as you guessed it, I am writing and writing and writing my goal of writing to a newfound milestone. Oh, did I also mention my published books and music?
So, my family of well deserving readers, my blog has sponsors. Let me tell you how our time together will be evolving from now on. For others just joining, take a gander at my previous entries at your leisure and stay tuned. In case you haven’t been made aware, I’m autistic; big-time. You know what’s interesting is how so severely underrated high-function Autism stands to the eye of the beholder. Just because I’m high functioning does not denote a greater neurological ability to function just as well as others. Someone who is missing both legs is just as disabled as someone who can’t move their legs. Or, in a more relatable case, someone with a severe case of dyslexia is just as incapable of reading text as someone who is blind. Yes, the blind person is, technically, on a higher-level of disability, yet both persons have equal difficulty reading and reading anything. I wonder if braille is applicable for someone with Dyslexia? Thus I come to a point in this time to which I devote unto the fullness of awareness that Autism is not to be underestimated, underrated or under-respected. I have indeed been reading, discovering and hearing that the overall awareness into the application of Autism accommodations is rising exponentially. That being said, my blog herein will be one more tool of the growing interfaces and augmenting resources all people, autistic or otherwise, which I hope and pray that the endeavors can do nor more than make this man’s dream become more and more of a reality: to assist, aid and all otherwise accommodate, the autistic community.
This first entry upon the multitude preceding will I hope be the only ever growing foundation of a family upon WordPress therewith a cause to help a community that is, I’m sorry to say, dropping like flies. The mortality rate of those on the autistic spectrum is between 30 and 40 years old. For this reason—much in my cogitation previously deliberated upon hence—and for many more already established I feel so compelled to pull this entire hegemony of like-minded, gifted adults whose talents, as you can imagine, will either cure cancer or perfect fusion reaction of clean hydrogen generated energy to a commonplace reality, from the depths of Hades and into a light I’ve come to be able to embrace and function within despite my pleads to God to kill me so intently. Thus, family, this site I supplicate to the rank of a haven that many might find techniques, tools, toys and all manner of functionality in a commonly un-functional group of, concordantly, loving and caring people desperate to exist in this world. Take my word for it: if you ever meet someone whose high-functioning autistic, they are desperate to find a place in the world coalesced in the realms of the deepest levels of love and philanthropy this side of Heaven succeeding Mother Teresa. Moreover, as a result of both of us, in a sense, working together, I could really, really use your help, family, to help those on the spectrum. The mortality should be identified as an epidemic. By the way, there are only 4 suicide attempts that anyone knows of in my life. But, I’ve been plotting and trying since I was 7. Praise be to God, though, for my exceedingly low threshold for pain and an absolute mortification of what would happen if I fail (yes, I failed once and that was more than enough). I want the autistic spectrum to be better received in this world. Those in wheelchairs have wheelchair ramps. Those who are blind have Braille and even Service Dogs. I need our community to be better equipped for us: the Autistic Community. It’s been Hell and I’d rather bring forth so many who could be so instrumental in this world, as we already have.
Dan Akroyd: brilliant actor and writer and entertainer and autistic. Vincent D’onofrio: absolutely astounding actor. He was Private “Pile” in the movie Full Metal Jacket. He also played that farmer in Men In Black who got his skin ripped off and worn by the bug: one of the greatest actors to my own person opinion; very Autistic. There was also this one guy a long, long time ago who developed innovations into a type of study in which the actual particles of matter incorporated unto our earthly atoms could be broken or “split” which invoked the method of Fission. Spectacularly, the Fission Reaction burst forth the newest frontier of science and discovery for nuclear weapons. Also, this man, whilst abstaining to his self-proclaimed dogma of never wearing socks (he hated socks), added to the science of discovery a theory which, if proven, would upset the fabrics of nature to a realm which leaps our proximity to God by utter palpability: relativity. In case you haven’t guessed it, this man is Albert Einstein whose other many, many theories were not necessarily received and he had many failures. Also, if there was anyone upon earth who could fail more at school, it would be me. Otherwise, Albert E. was no rain man when it came to studying or scholastic academia. I find it somewhat humorous that the name for which a reputable reaction of intelligence was attributed to a man who didn’t even have an associate’s degree. There’s one more mention of an autistic man by the name of John Elder Robison: this guy was why Kiss, the rock band, had their pyrotechnics and special effects; all him. He was a mechanic engineering genius. But, from reading his book and hearing his interviews, the guy was a nut-case… and I mean this endearingly, because if someone called me such a term or a “freak”, I would cordially say, “thank you.”
I want to expand the discovery of autistic individuals out there. I want this so badly because these are the ones who can literally cure cancer, aids and develop everything from cars that run on water to computers which interface by our sheer thinking it; and interfacing at the rate of 300 yattohertz per second with a hard drive capacity of endless exabytes.
Thank you, family, thank you thank you thank you! You’re going to help so many and I am so glad that I’ve been accepted by sponsors to help make this happen. The truth is that we all have to eat and keep a roof over our head. My wife and I are trying to have children and I don’t really want to raise them on the street. So, you’re support is not an act to help out a pompous, money-hungry monster of corporate gain and monetary acquisition. I’m going to Heaven anyway and my idea of luxury is a nice glass of wine with some good burger, or something, my wife at my side and binge watching a John Wick marathon; and I mean it. I seek the simple life, and I want to bring so many out into it who could be dying at this very moment!
This is communicable love, family. Let’s spread it more. Thank you so much again and we will be working together for something precious: life.
“Why have enemies when you can have friends?” –King Arthur: King Arthur, Legend of the Sword.
-The Giver of Words.
Check out these fun tools to help children on the autistic spectrum:
Make chores a game and try giving the child a chore which coincides with something they love to do. E.g. stacking, placing, walking, cleaning, folding or any kind of stimuli that connects the nervous system in a calming way. Most important of all, let them do it their way! If they take a single garment out of the dryer to walk all the way to the living room, fold it and then walk it over to where it goes in the drawer/closet to then return to the dryer and repeat, just let them do it! *wink*
Okay, I’m not even going to go into too much detail. But, I’ll say this much: LEGO’S ARE AWESOME! I was always comforted by playing with my Lego’s as a young boy. Every time I’d disconnect and click those pieces together, it all made sense. By the way, in my prime I had entire 2 foot-long spaceships constructed to the apex of complexity and I could disassemble the vessels in its totality and subsequently reassemble the collection of blocks not only exactly to its original state, but utilizing each individual block from whence it was so located upon the original design. No one believed me and thought I was just putting extra salsa on the taco; until my Aunt came over to visit when I was in high school. She stayed in my room and I shared with my brother for about a week. Before bed I showed her my Lego’s. She couldn’t believe her eyes beholding the ingenuity. She told my parents and they, too, were like: “Whoa!” lol. Anyways: Lego’s: the building blocks of the autistic.
I LOVE MY SPONSORS! All of these toys and tools are right up my ally. I played with stuffed animals like crazy (no pun intended). I had names for all my animals and characters. They had personalities, abilities based on the color of their coat or clothes and each color denoted level of importance, rank and character profile, categorically. But, all I had was a dirty old, black trash bag. So annoying, and it teared all the time. I had to constantly replace it; I had hundreds of stuffed animals. If a child or even young adult is on the spectrum, I will not doubt some sort of affinity for stuffed animals and plush toys. You’ll probably find that you can add to the collection of chores sticks by stimulating a fun act of putting the animals away in a fun bean-bag storage case. So much safer from the elements, as well. Also, I always lost eyes, buttons or something that I grieved due to a lack of good storage for my little army. I got a lot of silver fish, too. A storage case such as this would definitely eliminate unwanted guests.
Always more ideas and help to come for the Autism fight I want to bring out into the world. Moreover, my functionality in this world came at great, great cost. I pray that parents and even individuals on the spectrum themselves are far more benefited than I was. Usually it’s the simplest and most basic thing that can reduce a day-long tantrum into a 12 hour period of occupied control, however weird they might enact upon it.
Thank you again, always, thank you thank you. From your local neighborhood autistic partner in crime…
-The Giver of Words!