#ASD

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  • be_sometimesartistic 22w

    Your mind knows everything you see and think. But what do you think about your own mind?

    Read my poem, SOMETHING MESSY, of the SOMETHING series.

    #thoughts #mind #wonder #miraquill #ceesreposts #pod #writers #adhd #asd

    @writersnetwork @darkerthanblack @odysseus_2 @readwriteunite @innovative_writer

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    Something messy

    Scattered across my mind,
    Words divine, poetry imbibes,
    My racing heart strikes,
    Pen on paper, scratching ink,
    The noise is bliss,
    Ecstacy in its every kiss;
    I blink to see glimpses,
    Lost in my own silence,
    Senses dialled up to eleven,
    Feeling extreme hells and heavens,
    Vivid dreams springing,
    Birds chirping and singing,
    Textures and threads weaving,
    My own universe of thoughts,
    This nature is mesmerising,
    My messy mind can turn
    Anything enticing.
    ©be_sometimesartistic

  • dr_amyne 71w

    Autism Syndrome Not Anti-Social

    "Always hiding in the darkness, behind your room's door"

    " Come out and socialize with people, this way better"

    Oh no! Let me be, aren't nothing good out there but chatter

    I have this thing the scientist call 'Autism Spectrum Disorder'

    It makes many things I do not in order

    I wish the people could learn about my situation proper

    So they can stop pushing us to talk and to socialize, that's improper

    So they can keep distance during one of our episodes, not coming closer

    Even loud noise put us in danger

    So stop sarcasm, it's one of the things this disorder can't process now, not even later

    Not even jokes, save them and share them with a joker

    Maintaining a healthy and steady relationships? that's where we are weaker

    So many things to say, so little time, so won't it be good if you study it later?

  • dr_amyne 71w

    ( OH MAMA AFRICA ! )

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    Where lie the problems and the solutions?

    The educated and the enlightened who keep quiet while silently watching the predicaments like frightened Owls?

    Or the hungry leaders who keep prowling and looting the resources meant for the proles ?

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    On mental health issues and mental toughness

    All they care about are the mortal human bodies

    That will one day decay and get lost in the cosmos

    Neglecting the most important, the immortal human souls

    No one care about your mental health, they just feed you carbohydrates

    Not knowing there is big fire burning inside the minds of the big guys and girls

    You fought all the internal demons that are trying to bring you to your knees

    If one day you let your tears out, and cry ones, twice, or thrice before you continue the unending internal battles

    They say " Come on big guy/girl ! Don't embarrass yourself and the big guys/girls, only the weak minded cries

    They don't know : “People cry, not because they're weak. It's because they've been strong for too long", not sometimes but all the times

    So you suppresses your emotions away from them, because those emotions have no values in their eyes

    They have no idea that your emotions and your tears came from strength and from the warrior mentality that you posseses

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    Had we known any better

    We would have been greater

    And take care of our brothers and sisters more smarter

    But Mama Africa when I want to move out of town to explore greatness, your sons and daughters say " So you are neglecting your family? Otherwise, stay closer"

    "It's too dangerous outside, better safe in your own little town in that shelter"

    But in the shelter it's size is smaller , and it's raining and leaking, I am catching fever

    And no growth in comfort zone whatsoever

    " Don't go to those gardens,
    we were told by our ancestors their fruits taste bitter "

    Some rules are meant to be broken, so I explore the gardens, I became an explorer

    My God! I found out those bitter fruits taste better

    And other many fruits taste more sweeter

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    I wanted to marry, they said "Yeah but only in our little Town, no any place safer"

    I grew up in that little town, not knowing the greatness of people like Alexander

    The way of life, traditions and mentality of my town were all I ever knew, nothing newer

    Until He came to my rescue, and sent me further

    He say " Travel and see for yourself the nations and civilizations that were former "

    Because traveling widens your horizons and makes you a good observer

    Nothing much can you see if all your life you are an insider

    Get out and tell me what it's like to look at your town from perspective of an outsider

    "Is your judgment the same?", No my judgement is more objective, because now I am more of an observer

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    Would you forgive me for not knowing any better?

    I have this autistic sister

    Spending every penny of our earnings out of love for her to get better

    Taken to gazillion of times to traditional healer and Islamic Center

    Bombarding her with herbal remedies lacking medical trials and license whatsoever

    She has been said to be possessed by the evil spirit, Jin, so said the insider

    I began to believe what they said, until when I saw similar situation approached in different accurate ways by outsider

    The outsider said to me " all her activities, symptoms and signs are busy telling you ' Look I am not possessed but Autistic female, so I am your Autistic Sister"

    " That's why you are missing the prevention, diagnosis,and management of such cases, now what you gonna do that you know better?"

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    " Yes my son, now what would you do about your sister's situation? , Answer the damn question"

    I would study the case, and refer her to right medical institution

    And pay more attention in the society for early diagnosis, management of similar or entirely different cases with their prevention

    " Son, Is that all you learnt from the outsider, after all the given information?"

    Mama, the outsider built special schools for people struggling with mental disorders for special intervention

    They built homes for them, and say " Look beautiful come over here it's more safer in this accommodation"

    Protecting them from the society that always attack them due to it's ignorance of clear picture of their condition

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    " Ok now tell me what about your other brother who couldn't talk fluently like you, didn't you get inpatient waiting, thinking he was taking centuries, for him to express himself and his situation?"

    " Wanting him to think, act and speak like he has no limitation"

    " Tell me what the outsider said about his condition"

    Oh the outsider said " Your brother has what we call 'Apaxia' for decades" , everything has level, stop calling anything you don't understand 'evil spirit'. Mama, you see Apaxia and Autism I never heard about them where I grew up. What a tribulation

    The outsider further said : "Look, these beautiful humans, one has Autism, one has Apaxia, this is how to better their condition to avoid any further complication"

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    " Glad to hear that, but what about woman, her freedom and liberty in this society ?"

    " So many troubles she carries on her shoulders, what a tragedy"

    " For years she has been married, but no sons, and daughters of her own, she is not lucky"

    " The society put the blame on her saying she is infitile, that the husband should marry more women more fertile, that she shouldn't be shown any mercy"

    But the outsider found out that the problem of infertility is not only arising from the woman, man's sperm count in many of the cases is the one faulty

    Mama, I couldn't imagine the sadness and weight on your shoulder, hold on little more we are working to fix the predicament even though slowly. It's so bulky

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    " My beloved Amin, my faith is being restored, I am proud of you, now I can rest in peace knowing freedom, justice, liberty, mercy and equality would be served in this society"

  • raindropsoncacti 119w

    The "Slow Kid"

    I used to sit watching my little boy,
    Trying to make sense of his "differences", his quirky ways.
    It's hard to know who to believe, what to do,
    or what advice to follow these days.

    I've probably read every "foolproof guide" published,
    and turned to every self-appointed expert and sage.
    I've positively exhausted myself trying to "fix things",
    As is expected to be done in this day and age.

    I've advocated, I've fought, I've served as his constant..
    I've always resounded his voice.
    Nothing changes though; seems systemic issues are too great.
    You don't always have a choice.

    I'm not venting, or seeking pity, though.
    I'm done trying to "win" through complaints.
    I'm reflecting gladly instead what a rough path has taught me:
    How to free my son from all these restraints.

    For when you're wrapped up in a battle against such powers
    You get caught up in the whirlwind pace that comes along.
    You don't get to truly "see" your child's soul,
    Or hear their heart's true song.

    I've still got "experts" hounding me.
    Ironically, they now stress that I should be MORE concerned.
    I deflect it, as each day I do I see more evidence
    Of the values I've taught, and skills he's learned.

    I'm choosing to not "watch" but "see" my child, now.
    I'm encouraging him how to be simple, and kind.
    That you don't need to hit all the formative marks.
    That he's safe to pursue what he loves;
    to do whatever gives him peace of mind.

    The adversities I've tried help him overcome,
    The "righting of wrongs" in vain I've tried to force.
    Being a "Fast Parent" is more the problem these days
    Than letting the kid they called "Slow" be freed from it all to instead carve his own course.

    I'll take altruism over athletics in a heartbeat.
    I'll take manners over grades any day.
    I'll be proud when he stands not just a man, but a Gentleman,
    Living life to the fullest, in his wonderfully unique own way...

    ©thatgeekgirl

  • cha0ticaut0n0mic 180w

    To My Aspie/ADHD Child..

    You are weird and wonderful, wonderfully weird. My darling girl, you are so so wonderful and I am so so glad that you're weird.
    ©cha0ticaut0n0mic

  • phoenixjade 200w

    The Crazy in Me

    Do not mistake my honesty as weakness,
    my self expression as drowning,
    my challenges as evidence of non coping
    For they allow a power,
    A depth of Empathy and compassion
    I'm told I cannot possess

    My differences misinterpreted
    Dangerously misperceived
    A simple attempt to connect
    To find words for the pictures in my mind
    Twisted by the perception of another
    Who insists it is I who disagreed
    With reality

    But what is reality but a perception anyway
    When viewed through eyes who have only seen from one skull
    And a limited 180 degrees
    at best.
    While the other half of the circle remains black
    Our brains fill in the blanks it can't access
    Finishing the story without our knowledge
    Inserting assumptions built from its own personal experience
    But never mine

    I cannot read between the lines of the words unsaid
    Like a secret language never learned
    My screams become a voice trying to be heard but locked beneath the curse
    Of an inadequate instrument as important as my voice

    Confusion so often whirls around and within me
    A deadly hurricane I can only access and fight with the same intensity and sharpness of color it hurls at me

    A taste of it own chaos
    I laugh wildly into the wind

    But all they ever see is the crazy in me,
    not the unfolding bliss within
    ©phoenixjade

  • sauvik_acharjee 217w

    Autism Often Speaks

    The children of autism - are the night blooming Cereus, special in their own way.
    They converse without words,
    But those whose life they've touched;
    We understood every thing that's unheard.
    The words that are trapped,
    Yet free to explore.
    The thoughts which are encaged,
    Yet fly in the limitless blue.
    A hug, a nod or a glance of an eye,
    Echoes what words cannot describe.
    It may take a day, a week or even years to realize - Autism often speaks,
    If only we're ready to hear.
    Their minds are oceans of potential energies,
    Which channeled properly - can create masterpiece.
    Not only paint a blank canvas, But also put life into the pottery.
    The children of autism often speak.
    ©sauvik_acharjee

  • poetry_oleilah 222w

    LExtraordinary Child

    Do you see that girl, pretending to fly?

    She may have to do second grade twice
    She looks eight, but she thinks like she's five
    and her IQ is not very high
    But, by these numbers, she's not defined

    Sometimes she is shy
    Easily overwhelmed; always ready to hide
    Burrowing into the recesses of her mind
    Her imagination is running wild

    But every minute, she'll make you smile
    Her laughter carries on for miles
    You've never seen a spirit so high
    One so small, so full of might

    She's the purest soul you'll ever find
    She's funny and loving and kind
    Even the stars don't shine as bright
    In my darkest hours, she gives me light.
    ©poetry_oleilah

  • crossthevoid 223w

    About my brother, the Eye-Avoiding Master #autism #asd #writersnetwork #poem #wordporn #pod #readwriteunite

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    Á.

    Sorrowful –

    words never to be read

    in the right corner

    in the left mood

    at the same time.

    .

    I try hard not to hate

    you

    are tiny glass splinters

    on nearly every face.

    .

    I try hard not to love.

    .

    While breaking

    your concrete ankles

    sharp and square

    eye

    contact with strangers

    and tell them

    they’re all old home.

    .

    We will never say it again,

    how could I.

    .

    Our lightest despair,

    whiter than white –

    the whole spectre.


    ©crossthevoid