AutismAutism.My definitions for this word are:Brain DamageImperfectionObsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD)Mental IllnessFrustrationSlow LearningIncomprehensionDenseAttention Defesit Disorder (ADD)IntoleranceParanoiaI am cursed with autism.I am confused whether my thinking is normal or not.I am the only one.I see teens with incredible thinking power.I see science everywhere.I see sin.My mind carries no common sense.My mind can never come up with the right words for me to say.My mind is imperfect.I repeat real life events I see over and over in my head.I concentrate on hatred passed to me from other people.I have incredible issues.There are people whom I see have flaws in their learning.There is a brain tumor collaborating with my brain.There is no cure for Autism.This disorder scars my personality.This disorder keeps me away from being a white sheep.This disorder is my host.Associated with selective hearing.Associated with an incontrollable temper.Associated wi
Angel of autismMy name is Andrew.Im 12 years old.I have autism.This is my story.For as long as I can remember, Ive been different. My mom has told me so many times. Kids would make fun of me because I couldnt say words the way they could. Sentences that would seem right in my mind would get jumbled and come out all messed up. Id try over and over to say something simple, but I would end up getting frustrated and crying. Mom would make sure to hug me every time because she knew how hard it was for me.They also made fun of me because I would always carry a crayon case. Anywhere I went, I had to have this thing around me. Mom said that sometimes I would get so in to it that I wouldnt pay attention to anything else. I loved that case. I took it everywhere until one day I lost it. I was so upset I cried for days. Dad tried buying me another one, but it wasnt the same.My mom tried putting me in school for kindergarten, but it didnt work that well. She thought
Autism - HaikuBeautiful childrenInside a fragile bubbleOver the rainbow
AutismHe would not talk,The world revolves around him,Brimming, tremblingwith the hustle and bustleof modern times.Workaholics toil,children skip and gambol,hedonists revel in crazed euphoria.But he merely watcheswith vacant eyes, unruffled.Eyes that see but do not looklike those of a sentinel,who has lost his soul in a forgotten skirmish.People grin and waveto no avail---he would not talk.Words fall upon his heedless ears,Ears that hear but never listen.His countenance is bleak with rigidity,Cast on by a void of emotions.For there was no frown, fear or tear,not even traces of a smile.And day by dayhe walks alonewith no perceptible aim,or discernible purpose.His feet patter muffledupon streets consumed by noises and fumeswhere bright lights danceand music boomsIgnored, uncollectedby those empty orbs and stone deaf ears.Can he hear me?I try to speak but he staresnon-chalantlyinto an entirely different world.As if searching for something, yet not so.Perhaps
Portrait of AutismMy head doesn't work like yoursWhat for you is black and whiteCan be for me very greySometimes I may not grasp right and wrongI may not listen to yes or noBut it's not that I am horrible, evilI just don't understand.My body doesn't work like yoursSometimes I just can't sit stillI have to move and run and jumpAnd sometimes I can stay unmovingFor hours, staring into spaceOr rocking back and forthIt's a coping mechanism, a comfortMy emotions don't work like yoursI can be happy one minuteThen miserable the nextI analyse things too muchAnd replay words of painIf I lean on you, don't push me awayI need the comfort the contact bringsMy childhood doesn't work like yoursI am a child, yet not oneI don't know what to do with myselfAnd that upsets me terriblyI have to have my boundariesHaving the responsibility of setting them myselfIs too much I need you to help me grow every dayMy adulthood won't be like yoursI'll always be different to the restIt's not hopel
AutismWe are chaos, though we are order.We are order, though we are in chaos.The cat was seen as a demon,though it was peacefull.What you don't understand,you can hate.What you can learn,you can love.We are, though we are not.We have a foot in each camp.We are mad,though we are smart.We are chaos in order,and order in chaos.
Autism meets MusicWhen I turned the age of three,My mother and family were shocked of what I came to be.Doctors say that I am able to walk,But with my Autism, I was not able to talk.My mother does all that she could to help me succeed.But at the state I was in, how was I ever to proceed?When I feel that people think I'm strange,I feel a lot safer on the stage.Music was my friend and love,So I treat it like a gentle Dove.It has helped me to not be alone by myself.It's much better then being, forever, a lonely book on a shelf.Now that I am grown up and understand,I would see people like me and give them a hand.
Hi! I'm sorry to ask you this, but I wanted your permission to use your image for a presentation about Autism... it's for school, I promise I'm not getting any profit with it, I just want people to be aware of autism. Of course I'm gonna credit you!