May 2011
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Agenda
My plan for the afternoon, besides cleaning, gear repair, and phone calls, is to sign up for the autism speaks forums. I want to see if they really will ban me just for self-identifying. Dani has been making me think lately. I need to work harder at the loving my enemies component of my religion. I plan to try to get to know some.
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Hmm...
The lady from Emory autism finally emailed me. She wants me on a panel. Even though I am of age and live away from home during the school year, she wanted parental permission and involvement. She and Mom have been in touch for months. I expressed annoyance. She was chipper. I may write back tomorrow and ask the good doctor what she was thinking.
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Judge Rotenburg Institute
A school makes students wear backpacks at all hours of the day and night. These deliver a powerful shock to wearers. Staff members have the controllers. Students are zapped whenever a staff member sees fit. It happens up to thirty times a day, which averages out to more than once an hour. The UN calls it torture and asks the U.S. government to look into it. Finally, the head and founder...
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II
I could hear music, a pop song called Beat It. It doesn’t matter who’s wrong or right/ Just beat it!” I quoted in my head. The crowd was growing, getting concentrated. People saw my shirt, with the Autism Speaks puzzle piece turned orange. It was blazoned with “cure closed-mindedness.” A circle with a five foot radius opened around me. We rounded a curve and saw an open field covered...
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The White Flag Pt. I
I got up before church yesterday to protest an Autism Speaks walk and rally. I went alone. I had trouble pinning down the exact location. It was somewhere in the warren of streets that is downtown. Down on it’s luck for fifty years or more, rotting, and packed to the brim with important personages up in the skyscrapers and lost souls on foot underneath, I have seen both sides of it and...
For Sallie:
Unsolicited Advice for Confirmation:
You know life’s brutality. You know Christianity is hard. When the world grinds you down, remember that you are not alone.
God will never treat you like I treat computers. I use them twelve hours a day. After two or three years, a major part breaks. I throw them away. God will act more like I did with the antique tuba. Love made me fight rust...
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Public Transportation
I tried to get to work by MARTA yesterday. I left the house almost an hour before my internship and was still fifteen minutes late, so it will probably not become my normal mode of transportation. I took one of the few empty seats in a crowded car. The man beside me looked about sixty. He was thin in a way that suggested he might once have been wiry. He had a trucker hat, a stubble beard, and...
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This:
savoytruffleturtle:
an-alternate-reality:
…is when I tell somebody I have AS and they don’t believe me because I don’t act like it. =P
I really dislike it when that happens. A lot of general ignorance about Autism Spectrum Disorders leaves me in fear of talking about my personal experiences with it. It’s only been lately I’ve been more open about it; even so it’s somewhat difficult.
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Year's End
My school choice was never anything but a marriage of convenience. I came for the connections and academic rigor, not because I thought it would be fun. Agnes Scott is adequate. I hate it for being painfully safe and social but have no real complaints.
I was also having the most intense time of my life as a tuba player. I love my five musical endeavors, but this is hard. I always wake up...
