Hi everyone. How have you all been doing? Welcome to the newest segment to our blog! Do feel free to repost this to share this inspiration for anyone who needs this 😊Inspirational story #2:
“Hello, my daughter was diagnosed at the age of 2, she was not sleeping and had so many obsessions, was nonverbal and had no eye contact. She also was getting frequent infections. We started full education and she started to go to kindergarten.
Hello everyone. How have you all been doing? We will be starting a new segment to share stories if people in the same situation. Inspirational story #1:
“I made some friends but they rejected me because of my autism. I started taking medication for anxiety and depression, then at age 13 I was diagnosed with ADHD, and was given medication for that as well. Then, my twin sister (who doesn’t have autism), told me about violin.
In the coming weeks, we will be heading to Ethiopia and subsequently Nigeria, to meet the brave souls who take the best care of children with autism in the autism centers. We are very blessed to have been given this opportunity to travel abroad and expand our horizons beyond the online platform. In this post, I will be talking more about our volunteering plans through out our trip.
It has been a long fought argument on whether Autism is a neurodegenerative disease. Some research points to the fact that it is a neurodegenerative disease while others claim that there are no loss of neurons and brain function with age in a organism or species with this disease.
This week in class, I read something I had never heard before; that Autism is a consciousness disorder. I know a nine-year-old with Autism, and had never heard or read that before; strange huh? I’ve heard autism be called a spectrum disorder, a neurophysiological disorder, and a sensory disorder. I’ve always explained it as, “his senses do not work the same way ours do.” That description is right, and wrong. Let’s take a closer look at autism.
This morning I cried.
This morning I put my head in my hand, and let the tears fall.
I’m not grieving.
I haven’t been seriously hurt.
I don’t feel unloved.
Or any other obvious reasons to weap.
I cried because I’m tired.
I like the phrase “autism spectrum.” I use it in the tagline of this blog (“Days in the life of an adult on the spectrum”), and “on the autism spectrum” (or just “on the spectrum”) is my go-to substitute for “autistic” when I want to switch things up a bit. But I have to admit that the spectrum metaphor has some major problems.
I’ve always hated the fact that our neurotypical society expects people on the autism spectrum to spend their whole lives trying to dramatically change who they are just to fit in. Autism/ Asperger’s Syndrome are still treated like some sort of disease, rather than simply a difference. It seems that a lot of people think it’s fair game to mock/ mistreat someone if they are socially awkward/ unskilled, even though they didn’t choose to be like that.
