This was not cool. President Obama, this was not cool. This lady had something to say, and you dissed her!! 😦
Thank you for writing this series, Sparrow. ❤ ❤ ❤ Very well said!! 🙂 I can hardly wait to buy the book of this series when it comes out. You are an awesome person and an awesome friend to me!! 🙂 ❤ ❤ ❤
Should I tell my child that they are Autistic?
Your child already knows that they are different from most other people. They might not have a word for it, they might not be able to pinpoint what makes them different, but I have yet to meet an Autistic person who did not know instinctively and from a very young age that they were “different”.
Hiding this type of important information about themselves from your child is telling them that the thing that makes them “different” is not okay….in fact…it is a bad thing.
Pretending it’s not there doesn’t make it go away, it just causes confusion, hurt and shame.
Will telling my child about their diagnosis just allow them to use it as an “excuse” to misbehave?
Autistic children are not using…
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Awesomely well said, Shain!!! 🙂 ❤ ❤ ^
If an alien were to visit certain parts of Earth and take a look at many of the bathroom doors here, they’d see a regular bathroom for the figure in a dress, a regular bathroom for the figure in pants, and a single stall for the figure in a wheelchair. Based on this, they might well come to the conclusion that human society recognizes three genders: man, woman, and disabled. And, as far as how nondisabled people think about disability, they might not be totally wrong.
Disability is seen and treated as simultaneously emasculating and defeminizing. On the one hand, it’s often assumed that disabled people lack some of the most prized qualities associated with masculinity — namely, physical strength and a keen intellect. Meanwhile, we’re not considered to have positive traditionally feminine traits such as beauty and social graces either. If anything, we get assumed to have the worst traits attributed…
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A poem for Leah Kelley’s son H, by Ni. I. Nicholson. This was beautiful. I relate. I too have my own Melissa-speak that only i, and those who are closest to me, understand.
A few seasons later… and I am still left breathless by the beauty of these words and images.
By N.I. Nicholson
Dear H: for those of us to whom words
sometimes do not easily run, saunter, or even
amble: we speak in code. We think in code. We
construct our languages painstakingly
like little Tolkiens, separated by time, distance, and space:
but the Hobbits and the Elves ain’t got
nothing on us. We have the dexterity
of pictures, objects, or even
moving film to send messages to world,
or even to our own selves. Like
ladybugs made of burnished cinnabar
inlaid with little obsidian gems, loud like volcanoes,
each careful crafted by a God hand
and set loose to fly away home: these
little three-dimensional living hieroglyphics
exist so that your neighbor Mrs. L
can hold her place in time and never collapse
or fold up inside forgetful darkness…
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