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by John Testore In this digital age, Image speaks more than language. Texting is more popular than verbal communication. Appearance is the reflection of our workplace and personality, the first feature taken into account by recruiters or dating partners. The pressure on Appearing has surpassed verb…
12 days ago · From The Art of Autism
by John Testore Getting ready is the definition of Preparedness. For some people, it is an exciting practice for the better. For neurodivergents, it is a source of confusion. Preparedness is a very individualist subject. We all get ready for an important event, usually pleasurable, like a travel. G…
18.10.2024 · From The Art of Autism
by John Testore Medication is a very divisive topic. Implications include religious beliefs, medical ethics, to mention the fact. It is the igniting topic of unhealthy debates between Med-free, New Age Medicine, Spiritual Healing, Traditional Western Medicine s advocates. I obviously support Wester…
21.08.2024 · From The Art of Autism
by Zoë M. Lee when we see burning red in the sunrise, crimson petals on spiky flowers, scarlet coral in the depths of the seas, we don’t try to make them change their colour. we don’t say ‘be a softer pink’, we don’t secretly whisper ‘be a calm yellow’, we don’t wish they were a conventional blue. n…
19.04.2024 · From The Art of Autism
By Jess I had a ladder Climbed it to the stars Looking for connections If I could see the world from here Like constellations I’ll have the images And the names I’ll understand them Sometimes I think of falling Deep down to the ocean floor Where finding your way around is different And growing fins …
16.02.2024 · From The Art of Autism
By PJ “Starling” Letourneau Motherless baby Fatherless son A spark in the void Where once there was none I needed a King I needed a Queen To call off the war Inside of my being I needed a truce To this horrible war From the battles that raged Outside my front door I am weary and worn Fro…
12.02.2024 · From The Art of Autism
By Hamy Downs Aged out, of a cage Aged out, in a rage Aged out, turn the page Aged out, Aged out, Aged out Aged out, on the street Aged out, in the heat Aged out, incomplete Aged out, Aged out, Aged out Aged out, feeling so meek Aged out, unable to speak Aged out, labeled a freak Aged out, Aged …
02.02.2024 · From The Art of Autism
By Traci Neal Nature nourishes my body in waves before reaching my ebony surface. My countenance counts the sunshine’s rays each time I awaken. The world I compose in my consciousness witnesses the wind welcoming the trees as a treasure. Musical songs and delight ring throughout my cerebrum. Shelter…
06.12.2023 · From The Art of Autism
By S. Scott Sanderson It’s terrible to feel like you are less than That you are not the same, you know Eccentric, maybe even crazy That is ok But then they label you as less than That you do not like Measuring up as short Leaves you wondering why God would make you different than Those you wish you …
01.12.2023 · From The Art of Autism
By Robbie Janzen Autistic, aspie, neurodivergent On one hand, I don’t want these words to define me On the other hand, I know that they kind of do Every thought, every action, is affected By something I didn’t choose to be When I first found out, I was ecstatic I’m not uniquely screwed up, there are…
17.11.2023 · From The Art of Autism
by Dr. Dan L. Edmunds With the clipboard they stood and made demands They wrote, ‘Five times he flapped his hands’ They offered me a treat If I did not move my feet Echolalia is repeating your own phrase Progress is repeating according to our ways Look at everyone in the eye We do not w…
31.08.2023 · From The Art of Autism
By Dianne Loyet 3 poems about being autistic. 1. Please i keep the world’s chaos at bay by classifying and quantifying its minutia seven times i hear "cross street with caution vehicles may not stop" two steps i take across one square of sidewalk i am captain kirk keeping the sky in place …
06.06.2023 · From The Art of Autism
By S. Scott Sanderson Sometimes I feel A bubbling coming up Inside me It cannot be contained When I was younger, I used to give in I would dance, a happy dance Limbs flailing wildly Dancing back and forth And in circles Sometimes, I’d clap Into the air No reason needed Just an unbridled enthusiasm O…
18.05.2023 · From The Art of Autism
The poem, “More Than One Way to Fly,” I wrote in honor of my son, who is on the autism spectrum. The poem, which illustrates the relationship between a social Chickadee and a solitary Brown Creeper, is an appeal for neurotypicals to reach out to the marginalized. By Tami Ullom More Than One Way to …
14.04.2023 · From The Art of Autism
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