Know this. My body is my enemy.
I need support for everything I do.
But my brain is just fine.
We are much more intelligent than you might ever think.
Help yourself to typing so you might have open doors to a new life.
People think I don't know much, but really I know just so much more than they might guess.
To Autistic kids from Autistic kids and Autistic adults (who used to be kids) with love and solidarity.
Friday, July 11, 2014
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
From Twist to Autistic Kids
I am autistic. For a while, I worked in Behavioral Health Rehabilitation
Services. I naively believed I could make a difference from the inside.
It has taken me nearly 7 months to heal from the toxicity of those
organizations and be ready to take on the systemic abuses once more.
These are the words I never got to tell my clients.
Tiff. You are fantastic. I want to play angry birds with you all day. You light up every space you enter. I'm sorry I couldn't talk your mom out of doing Autism Speaks walks for you, not vaccinating you, and keeping you on the restrictive GFCF diet that was making you sick. I'm sorry that the organization wanted to teach you not to stim. I want so badly to fight for you. Every time I drive past the farm near your house, I think of bringing your mom proof, even though I know she wouldn't hear it. You are a ray of sunshine. I miss your squeals.
LJ, they told me that you were possibly a case of childhood onset schizophrenia, but you are autistic like me, and like your brother. I am sorry the Behavioral Specialist picked you up when you were touch defensive. I know how bad that can hurt. You are special. Please don't listen to the mean words your mom calls you. You are so smart. I love your language, and I'm so glad you taught it to me.
Larry, I'm sorry I scared you. I wish you could show me your Lego collection. I would love to play with you. Someday, they won't be able to take things away from you when you don't do what they say. Please hold on to that. I admire you for your stubbornness and resolve. I wish I was more like you when I was a kid.
Nick, kiddo. I wanna build bridges and play ponies with you again. You remind me so much of myself. You never needed me. I was there to tell your mom that you would be just fine. Because you will be. Starting school this fall might be rough at first, but you've got a great big sister to protect you. I'm sure she will.
To all of the kids I worked with, and to the kids I never got the opportunity to meet: I will keep working for you. I want the system to treat you fairly and to teach you how to cope, rather than teaching you how to be easily coped with. I'm sorry I couldn't do that from the inside. I can't promise it will get better soon, but I can promise that there are people fighting for you.
Love,
Twist
Tiff. You are fantastic. I want to play angry birds with you all day. You light up every space you enter. I'm sorry I couldn't talk your mom out of doing Autism Speaks walks for you, not vaccinating you, and keeping you on the restrictive GFCF diet that was making you sick. I'm sorry that the organization wanted to teach you not to stim. I want so badly to fight for you. Every time I drive past the farm near your house, I think of bringing your mom proof, even though I know she wouldn't hear it. You are a ray of sunshine. I miss your squeals.
LJ, they told me that you were possibly a case of childhood onset schizophrenia, but you are autistic like me, and like your brother. I am sorry the Behavioral Specialist picked you up when you were touch defensive. I know how bad that can hurt. You are special. Please don't listen to the mean words your mom calls you. You are so smart. I love your language, and I'm so glad you taught it to me.
Larry, I'm sorry I scared you. I wish you could show me your Lego collection. I would love to play with you. Someday, they won't be able to take things away from you when you don't do what they say. Please hold on to that. I admire you for your stubbornness and resolve. I wish I was more like you when I was a kid.
Nick, kiddo. I wanna build bridges and play ponies with you again. You remind me so much of myself. You never needed me. I was there to tell your mom that you would be just fine. Because you will be. Starting school this fall might be rough at first, but you've got a great big sister to protect you. I'm sure she will.
To all of the kids I worked with, and to the kids I never got the opportunity to meet: I will keep working for you. I want the system to treat you fairly and to teach you how to cope, rather than teaching you how to be easily coped with. I'm sorry I couldn't do that from the inside. I can't promise it will get better soon, but I can promise that there are people fighting for you.
Love,
Twist
Thursday, June 26, 2014
From Brooke to herself
Hi Brooke,
I love being in with you. I am in with you. Love you.
XOXOXO,
Brooke
P.S,
Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are.
I love being in with you. I am in with you. Love you.
XOXOXO,
Brooke
P.S,
Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are.
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
From Roy to Mu.
Mu, I am your brother. Know that you are hoping for better
understanding. Get people believing in our intelligence. We live in our
little dear world but people can't see us. I might have been you but
now I can type and tell you there is hope.
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
From H. (The Artist) To All Autistic People
The image is called "Autistic Sun." That is what it stands for.
Do not trust the puzzle piece.
Do not live with fear.
Just be yourself.
Autistic people can make the world their own.
Sunday, June 22, 2014
From Legacy to Mu.
Hi Mu. I am Legacy. I am five years old. I am sad that people are mean
because you do not talk with your mouth. I don't want you to feel sad.
Maybe I don't want you to cry. It is just fine to be Autistic. I like to
hum, sing, jump up and down. I like to flap and spin. We all have
blood all over on the inside of our bodies that keeps us alive. All
people do.
Saturday, June 21, 2014
From Henry to Mu (The letter that started it all)
Hi brother Mustafa we are brothers . I am here. many times i am thinking about all of us to make it through hard times.
I am not alone. You are not alone. We are part of many. The people at your school are thinking and doing wrong . not you.
Your friend,
Henry
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