Autism’s Love: Making Connections
I am feeling very proud of myself right now. I’ve been working on my new facebook page Autism’s Love: Making Connections and launched it 4 days ago. My dream is to connect with special needs individuals and communities from around the world. I hope my page will be a fun and informative place to visit and share resources. I don’t know about you, but sometimes I get caught up in my own little world, always focusing on the tasks at hand. It’s good to take out time to see what is going on in other parts of the world and to see how others are dealing with their individual special needs. I love learning about different kinds of resources. Diversity is key for me. I’ve always loved learning about people and their cultures and now I’ve created an avenue personally connection to me to do so.
Welcome to my new obsession. 🙂 I hope my new page enlightens and inspires you.
Autism’s Love: Making Connections
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Good Mama Karma
Does anyone have trouble teaching their spectrum child how to throw away empty containers when they are done?
About two weeks ago when planning for a shopping trip I neglected to get my son’s goldfish shacks. Well…I could take this as a bad mommy moment, but I am not responsible for my son’s snack cabinet…that is HIS responsibility.
I have tried on several occasions to teach my son to throw away the empties. I’ve even taken measure to walk him through our recycling process so he would know how to properly dispose of empty boxes and such. Of course that was all for not, because he had not yet processed that he should discard the empties to begin with. As it were, my “Good Mama Karma” (my newest catch fraise) offered up the perfect teaching opportunity. Sooo, as any good mama would do…I left the empty right where it stood. Days had gone by and I noticed little signs of mild disharmony. A little red snack bowl left on the kitchen counter…alone and empty. Hmmm, has the child been perusing the kitchen for his favored snack? I checked the cabinet and the empty was still there…just a little shifted. I leave it… A few more days pass and it is time for another trip to the grocery store. This time I ask my son if there is anything he can think of that he wants from the store. We go…he indicates nothing…okaaaaay. Later that night I hear my son growling in the kitchen. He’s had enough…(giggle giggle). Wait…let me translate my son’s growls for you, “What measure of mutiny has befallen me that I am STILL not able to find a reasonable snack to my liking IN…THIS…HOUSE!!!” Well…that’s what it sounded like to me. Opportunity has knocked…loudly. I seized the moment and took great delight in explaining to my son the practicality of disposing of empties once again and even took him through the recycling process in order to paint a complete picture. I think he’s got it this time… I’m gearing up for another shopping trip soon and guess what I found…a properly disposed of empty goldfish container. Bravo kiddo…job well done…
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You Can’t Hurt Me
“You can’t hurt me…”
What say you?
You speak an untruth.
You are hurt and are sore afraid.
Pain beyond measure…incomprehensible.
Who hurt you?
You vow that no one will hurt you again.
“You can’t hurt me…”
Walls thick.
Enemies surrounding you…
You strike out.
They must be hurt before they hurt you,
Even if it means hurting yourself to hurt them.
But you’re not hurting them.
They can’t see you.
Not the truth of you,
Only a shell of you.
“You can’t hurt me…”
You’re screaming to be heard,
But there is no sound.
They can’t hear you.
They won’t hear you.
Do you understand?
The readers of your words,
Can they see the bigger picture?
Or will they seek to prove you wrong?
Visions of a deeply wounded soul…
Blood drips from your words.
“You can’t hurt me…”
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