We pick up objects… things… taking power, taking ownership of things. It requires no emotional intelligence. In fact the less emotional intelligence you have the less it will get in the way… things like empathy, dignity, equality. Like any psychopath, any sociopath, any narcissist, a pick up artist needs only to know how to feign such things. But let’s at least get it straight, if you are going to be a paying tool for the likes of Julien Blanc
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I have two brothers and my younger brother had a completely different relationship to my autism, seeing it as a wonderful part of his unusual sister. We reflect what is given us and I reflected back the equality and worth he afforded me. But, whilst I’m estranged from my older brother, likely always will be, at least I have been honored by the words he dared to share of who he once was. I have no contact with my older brother, Shane. We had different carers, different worlds, different histories, different neurologies. But in 1997 he wrote an autobiographical piece about his first 6 years and it will always remind me of the foundations of this older brother and who he could have been. Read the rest of this entry »
As a Taoist, I find the positives in otherwise negative experiences. Read the rest of this entry »
Baloombawop, is an illustrated 51 page off the wall hilarious adventure story by Donna Williams told in Dr Seuss/Roald Dahl/ Lewis Carrol like rhyme from start to finish. It was written and performed as a children’s rock musical by Donna and The Aspinauts throughout 2009 and captivated both special needs and mainstream alike including ‘kids at heart’.
The land of Baloombawop and its crazy characters – The Gadoodleborger, Dame Grumpty Do, The Brookenstein Fox, Boogerlooger, Charlie Warmton, Bluster Mc Fluster, The Whirly Twirl Girl, The Gimmety Gimme – almost spring off the page and each can easily lend themselves to individual drama activities.
Suitable for kids of all ages and kids at heart, Baloombawop can also be used as a springboard from which to discuss difference, individuality, diversity, and society’s fears of these…. and how our different ‘normalities’ make our world so much more colourful. Read the rest of this entry »
I remember one night when three of us, me, my husband Chris Samuel, and a friend of ours Kieran, went to dinner at Rosemary Crossley’s house. Rosemary and her partner, Chris B were always great hosts but for me, I felt most compatible with Anne. Anne was feisty, cheeky, star of the flooring one liner. She was an egalitarian, who wouldn’t be having been dumped since age three to spend up to the age of 18 in a Victorian style institution deemed severely retarded where she almost starved to death. It would make any of us rather political, if of course were were credited with the intelligence to be so. Read the rest of this entry »
Given autism is a lifelong disability/difference, if someone with autism makes a significant level of progress it is natural to wonder if they could ever have ‘really been autistic‘. Whilst we expect many people with Aspergers to commonly be recognised for high IQ or giftedness, for those diagnosed with autism significant progress challenges the theories, the assumptions, the one size fits all autism packages and makes people wonder whether the same could be possible for their child, the people they work with.
When Chinese whisper takes off, igniting into a media circus and fueling future hate groups for the following decade, it’s easy for people to have little or no idea who actually started the ball rolling. So here’s the history of that controversy Read the rest of this entry »
Being social should not be an act Read the rest of this entry »
It’s a (disproven) stereotype that those with autism can’t lie. Some Auties and Aspies CAN and DO lie and have talked openly about how and why they did or were compelled to. Others can’t or don’t. But what defines the difference? What decides who can and does, who can and doesn’t, who can’t but would if they could, who can’t but even if they could wouldn’t? Read the rest of this entry »
Someone came to my blog first thing in the morning to try and post a comment wherever they could. With a belly full of hate for breakfast, she was being loyal to a flamer who had inflamed her hatred (against me) the day before. Read the rest of this entry »