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This baby is being born with hardly a belly button the angel declared.
Yes, this is a special one sent to a family who is kind and understanding
It is not every parent who can raise a child like this one thus the button lack.
He is on the spectrum? Yes, a rainbow child, someone overly unique.
I have never seen another one.
How long have you been doing this?
Sixteen years.
You might not see another one for another sixteen.
Truly!
These rainbow children are special beyond special.
Sent to teach life lessons and patience to parents and teachers.
Sent to show peers that people do not all have to think the same things.
Showing them that being passionate about one subject is all right.
Sometimes even desirable. This one loves trains; it all about trains for him.
Will his nursery be in trains?
No. His parents have not met him yet.
They are doing his room up in dinosaurs.
Will he like that too? No He will scream and wail about it.
Will they know to change it?
Someday as they learn.
This is why we send the rainbow children.
To teach the world.
The angel smiled at the baby, in awe.
Hello Jesus,
It’s been a minute, let’s sit down and chat, lets meet at Angel Food.. I’ll buy, let’s eat some super sweet calorie filled donuts and a cup of Joe, lets not worry about gaining calories.
I can’t promise great service but at least you’ll be welcomed with a smile, it’s been awhile… i promise to pray and say grace before I eat or drink, I’ve been told I’m a good listener, what do you think?
So Jesus, what do you think of today’s weather, your sun is shining, your birds are chirping away, how did you sleep the wind is blowing lightly, let’s not get too deep…
Jesus, you know your daughter Amanda, the one you choose to have autism, and my son Joshua, my blessings from you, they are the reason I’m here, oh how is my mom?
My sweet, merciful loving Father, forgive me if I weep, I just am so full of despair, I’m so alone, but I still get up each and every morning, get dressed, I kiss the cross on my wall, I say “thank you Jesus for another day, I'm asking you to guide me through this life Jesus, I know you have no time constraints, can I give you an embrace, I need to let you Jesus, to lead me, I’m weak, tired, but I’m trying my best..
Jesus, thank you for meeting me here today, let’s do this again tomorrow morning, I better let you go before you fill up on coffee., I love you Jesus with all my heart, God bless you now and always.
The Passing On
(things families do, again and again)
The traditions of our house,
are nearly gone.
My son will have no children,
my daughter, does not want any.
Autism has played a death card,
to the "name" of all to follow.
Yet in the passing of one world,
lay the makings of another.
I tell you true.
It is in you...
that the spirit of God moves.
He spreads across the land;
on wind and rain,
and breeze, the very air,
we breathe.
The eve of the Lord's birth,
a very special time.
we played a game,
to remind...
all of us to be grateful,
and happy,
to be;
loved on,
cared about,
shared with,
and thought important.
"Christmas Eve Gift"
we would say,
at the beginning of the day.
The first one to the cheer,
was offered a cup of cocoa (or a non-alcoholic beer) hehe
A tiny gift;
a hug, a kiss, a box sent...
holding a prayer to a friend.
No elephant in the room.
A wanted and sought after treasure,
to remember and bring back
at your leisure and pleasure
a measure of the moment
that real "'joy" was realized;
and belief took form...
as Our Lord,
Jesus was born.
Traditions...
If I Was a Seagull
If I was a seagull
I wouldn’t have a bank account
I wouldn’t watch misery on TV
No concerns about the economy
Prices rising constantly.
I’d have my own nest
And wouldn’t need to upgrade
Or downsize. My kids would
Leave home naturally.
I’d find enough to eat everyday
I wouldn’t gorge and put on weight
I’d go wherever I desired
I’d be able to sleep when tired.
If I was seagull, I’d be able to swim
Walk and fly. Leave excrement on
Passers-by, laugh and squawk at will.
There’d be no lingering death if ill.
No coffin and false funeral
No religion and propaganda
No investigations by Panorama
No sex abuse by the clergy
No exams, no measurable stress
No jealousy, no hate, no misery
I’d be able to have sex, obviously
No bullying, bulimia, autism or
Dyslexia. I’d suffer from tourrettes
But never need the vets,
No Shakespeare, no poetry
The odd cat might worry me.
If only I was seagull.
David Cox 08/08/22
The posts online.
Telling us to be kind.
I am a year older,
Awareness somehow feels colder.
Every April we are surprised.
By the people who are brave enough to rise.
While others stay on the ground.
Grimacing without a sound.
They get a thrill from buying pins.
But it makes me twinge.
When we exchange pleasantries.
Like we’ve done for centuries.
I always have to say,
How I’m doing ok.
But I feel like a seal with a ball.
The stereotypes, I juggle it all.
My friend texted me today.
Telling me about Autism Awareness Day.
I know she’s kind, I know she tries.
But if I told her, she’d think it’s a lie.
A quiet child with far-off eyes,
Whispers numbers in the skies—
The world outside may seem unclear,
But inner stars are bright and near.
He hums a song no one has taught,
He draws from wells the world forgot,
A thousand keys within one hand,
Unlocking seas, unspoken land.
She counts the birds before they land,
She knows the shape of every strand
Of wind that weaves the air to silk—
Her thoughts flow deeper than warm milk.
They see the world in colored flame,
Where every leaf calls out its name,
And though their silence holds them tight,
It births a strange and tender light.
The soul still sings, though not aloud.
Autism
Life's criticism
Words flow through my mind
Memories left behind
I find
reaching for the sky
I wish to know why
Past words haunt
Dreams they taunt
All that I want
Crumbles before my eyes
As time flies
Words I can't hear
Bring a tear
The need to belong
Is that wrong
Who would of knew
Lost to chances I blew
Yesterday
Lost my way
The day turned Gray
Can't find the person I need to be
What does he see
Is he lost as well
Cannot tell
But long to find
That peace of mind
Reaching
Teaching
Never preaching
Wish I may wish I might
Stand in the light
Words at play
What I wish to say
My way
I’m haunted
Taunted
By spirits of the dark
I’m no morning lark
Mournin’ in the mornin’!!!!!!!
So paper-thin…within me…
UNDER my skiN…
I made a new language –
Ignored…angered…an opened refridge –
Once cold, now warm
B/C
I forgive……………
You?
Shying away from the fact that I love you
I, maybe…, hate you??
No, I can’t…
Murder and hate go hand in hand
I just don’t understand
I’m in a COMA…
I’m DYSLEXIC
I’m a labeler to myself
I have boy Alzheimer’s
I have, oh boy, autism…
No offense to others who have these conditions
I’m white…
Despised despite
I’m black
In the inside with spite
But I need HIM…
Right now…
Patience and self-control is needed
Somehow…
So uncertain
So ashamed
In society - a secret curtain
Ove NO-Named
Resentful
Hurtful
Your words mean to me
Beautiful
Ugliful
My words are to thee
Thee saved me…
Didn’t you…oh I c…
See…for those grammar hoes…
Counting my foes…
On my toes…
Countless I must add
I’m a rad lad
I must subtract
Because I’m not exactly
Cute…to be exact
I’m ugly inside and out…frankly
Melony: Ah don’t be so hard on yourself ^^
Me: I must be to be handsome again
Melony: You are handsome though…
Me: Ah no you’re just playing…
Voices…
Can rejoice too
Shoo shoo –
NOISES………
SH!
I’m a rebel
Rebel
Rebel
Drums, come on in…
Piano…play my notes…
Where have you been?
In the rain with coats?
Drums…
Don’t dumb me,
Chips
Don’t mess with these…
Man ****
They jiggle with the remaining skin…
I’m skinny and I’m proud of it
You all are fat and wanna throw a fit
Fat people are awesome tho
So, don’t be offended if I were you
The person in the inside matters more than the outside
I love you, no matter what color
Or shape…
Don’t call me racist or judgemental…
DON’T be negative
And don’t be too +
Gotcha?
Ok good…
Geez la weez…
OMW to meeting some pessimistic freaks
And some mighty cute nerd geeks
Let me tell you about my experience with autism and ADHD
From moments of forgetfulness and yippee dee
Sorry I lost track now where were we
Oh yes
About autism and ADHD
I see the world in colours
All bright and beautiful
I notice the most annoying sounds
But I could tell you all about musical theatre and other interests of me
Like quizzes and history
Like when they started running the first presidency
It was George Washington then john Adams and the rest is history
But King George did tax there tea
And started a protest called the Boston tea party
Sorry Im going off tract again
But that is what it is like inside my brain
I could run barefoot in the rain
It would not bother me
I enjoy little quirks and moments of hyperactivity
Because its what makes me me
What If Destiny...
Deeded Mine Singular Default Mode To...
Communicate (temporarily,
strictly and hypothetically)
merely allowing me to burble
essentially rendering, limiting,
and fixing me tubby nonverbal,
where frustration ensued -
inducing passivity, asper myself
shrugging shoulders in resignation
coon sitter ring thy fate
nsync with that of a gerbil?
Thus codifying, con
fining, and consigning
stricture to a sorry lot
perhaps finding me
envying fun
Gus of ergot,
which organism at least participates
in a pro active life cycle,
though one may say,
said organism doth rot.
Now...all Joe King aside,
an attempt will be made tried
though daunted to cogitate beside
Ritch ching deep inside
and remain on - ride
ding the straight and true
so please dont chide
restricting me to bide
with guise of seriousness,
when aye decide
did to complete on
par tragedy thalidomide
wrought, yet this poem, though belied
and bedeviled pondering
how Yukon not induce tongue re:
totally tubularly restrained,
sans tubby unable to talk
plus afflicted with autism,
hence guide
did through extreme effort
pretending, thus
to feign being denied
critical skill to chat
with a snap allied
(NOT with van knit tee),
but dead seriousness try
ying with futility hypothetically
impossible to imagine tubby
accursed without means to speak
compounded by autism,
an immeasurable frustration
must mount inside,
viz unfortunate behavioral demeanor,
nonetheless I cried
inside when the limp deceased body of
six year old
Maddox Ritch – already died,
drowned mainly supposedly,
when dashing ahead,
he didst play hide
with his father (Ian Ritch),
while the special needs child
(unknowingly) both spent
final hours together
bonding at Rankin
Lake Park in Gastonia
within North Carolina.