Living Life on The Autism Spectrum

Living life on the autism spectrum may not be easy (cakewalk, if anyone will), but it's just the full beginning. Being an autistic human being should always be a blessing, a very good thing for all, and it's only God's will; not a total curse or total devastation, even though most people think it is. Once a person's been fully diagnosed with autism at the age of two or three or beyond, every parent will have to find available resources (random support groups, to be exact), and things in life will be just fine. Everybody should know that he or she will not, or will ever, trade his or her autistic relative for anything, not even money. That's the same thing that happened to me and my late mother when I'd been diagnosed with autism, along with mild mental retardation and obsessive-compulsive disorder, at three years old. At first, it was a bit too devastating for my late mother, but she was able to deal with the fact that I'm autistic. It may be crazy as it seems, but at the end of the day for everyone in this cruel world, life on the autism spectrum will always be the no-other-choice-but-to-deal-with-the-fact-that-we're-autistic-thing.

So if anyone were to ask me how I'd even know how autism affects the human brain, I'd tell them that I, too, have the same mental disability. As a matter of fact, I, too, have autism. After I was diagnosed with autism at the age of three, those doctors, back in the year 1991, gave my late mother two heartbreaking options: either have me fully medicated for autism or send me to an unforgiving institution in the middle of nowhere where one of those doctors would've used me as their human Guinea pig for their unforgiving, God-forsaking, deadliest experiments, turning me into one of those grotesque monsters in an instant. but to these two heartless options, my late mother, Angela Marie Bursey, told them "no." As a matter of fact, she had just flat-out "no" to both heartless options; none of them involved being sent to a state hospital in the middle of nowhere. And not only that, she never traded me for anything in this heartless world, not even a billion dollars or jewelry, let alone diamond rings. Even after I was diagnosed with autism, mild mental retardation, and obsessive-compulsive disorder, she'd made sure I had gotten a proper education like everybody else, regardless of what those naysayers said or thought. And as for all of the things my late mother had to go through to make sure I was treated as an equal like any "normal person," she was my hero.

Some of those doctors, back in 1991, said I, just like any other "normal person," really wouldn't last a single day or more in the real world like everybody else, but that was a bogus lie and a bunch of baloney. Some of those doctors swore to my late mother I wouldn't get a fancy education (graduating from high school and/or lasting a full year in a community college), but that was a bold-faced, big, fat lie. And some of those doctors, when I was just a three-year-old little boy in 1991, also swore to my late mother that I really wouldn't hold down a job or live independently, but that, too, was even a big, fat lie. Every single word that came out of this supposedly expert's mouth was nothing but a lie. Why anyone would tell an autistic parent a heartless lie so that he or she could make money off this "devastation" is beyond anyone, especially me. No matter what anyone does and even if the naysayers tell an autism mother and/or an autism father "no," the parent will always be able to encourage his or her autistic son or daughter to defy those heartless odds.

Every parent has the divine, legal right to always make sure their children (sons and/or daughters) on the autism spectrum each get a proper education like everybody else, that they're included in every single extracurricular activity, including sports (football or basketball, e.g.), and they're not being made fun of or laughed at for absolutely nothing. As for my late mother, the late Angela Marie Bursey, she, too, made sure I never got made of because of a trio of mental disabilities and I had the opportunities as everybody else. Every autism parent also has the legal right to fight tooth and nail, even against the education system, to ensure their autistic children have everything they need in life, that includes school supplies, everything they need to succeed in life, and all that stuff. And even when the chips are down, every member of the autism community can always count on each other, even though the darkest times.

All parents are, and will always be, amazing heroes to those living on the autism spectrum, and so will mine. life on the autism spectrum, whether anyone likes it or not, should definitely be accepted, a blessing for all, and above all, all of us autistic people deserve to be treated as equals. We're not doormats or anything else; our lives go on every single day like everyone else's lives. No person, under any circumstances, should ever make fun of one another just because he or she pats on the hips or talking to him/herself or whatever heartless reason. If anyone wants to know how I'd know about this, well, I'll just tell anyone that I, too, had been made fun of before, and it's still not right at all. Well, apparently, some people are embarrassed with what the Lord Almighty has given every single human being in this world.
We autistic people each have the same goals (owning a business, e.g.) like everybody else, we have the same dreams as everybody else, and we can even function in the real world like everybody else, despite the fact that we have autism; that's a real fact.

It's just like my late mother said: there's not a little big pill that'll ever cure me or anyone of this mental disability, not even autism, and she was absolutely right. there is no cure for autism; there won't ever be a cure for autism so those "normal people" really need to get that ridiculous thought out of their heads. Now, that's a valuable I really should've learned a long, long time ago, but now I know there are other autistic people that are as nice, kind, and extraordinary as I am. Because since I have a very good chance of meeting and being around other autistic people, that's now God's way of giving me a second chance in life, for one, and second, this will definitely be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me to interact with the autism community. And if given the chance in one day, I'd have the opportunity to become good friends with one of the famous autistic pioneers: Darryl Hannah, Temple Grandin, Kayla Cromer, or Courtney Love (the widow of Nirvana lead singer Kurt Corbin) or the guy with the Fathering Autism vlog on YouTube.

There are different kinds of autism that everyone should know: the severe autistic person that doesn't talk and always have frequent meltdowns, there are the moderate autistic ones who are trying to co-exist with everybody else, Asperger's Syndrome (in boys/men and girls/women; fixated on public transportation schedules and science and stuff, and, alongside Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder (A.D.H.D.) and Attention Deficit Disorder (A.D.D.), there's high-functioning autism, just like me. And speaking of high-functioning autism, just like unlike typical people with autism and just like a "normal person," not only can I hold down a money-making job like everybody else, I can live independently like everybody else, and I can certainly function in the real world like any "normal person" would do. Just like any other parent, he or she, just like my late mother, wants his or her autistic son or daughter to be more independent for as long as he or she can. And frankly, the autistic humans, whether anyone likes it or not, are, and will always be, the force to be reckoned with, and that's a fact.

There is not, or will ever be a cure for all kinds of autism, not even Asperger's Syndrome. Having autism happens to be the greatest thing that has ever happened to anyone, including me and the majority of my family. Everybody should also know that the autistic brain is different from everybody else's brain, that some of us have sensory issues or whatever, and we deserve to live our lives like everybody else. we autistic people exist, we autistic people deserve to work, commune, and play, and we autistic people deserve to live peacefully. Let's hope that life on the autism spectrum for a future generation of autism parents turns out to be great (amazing, even), that they make sure their future autistic children (autistic sons and autistic daughters) each get a good education, that they're included in after-school activities like everyone else, and they'll have the same opportunities as everybody else (just like mine did). And as for my late mother, the late Angela Marie Bursey, if she were alive right now, she'd be very proud of every single autistic human being, especially me. She may be gone, but the spirit of the late Angela Marie Bursey, my late mother, will live on through the hearts of us autistic people and throughout all autism communities nationwide and beyond and throughout the hearts of all autism parents.

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