“Mouth, you have to try to say what I want you to say.”
I think so much about the future. My head sometimes treats me mad. Hard to make the sonnets you compose so carefully in your head actually come to life. Having autism feels too hard. The earnest thoughts have nothing caught in them. They are clear and so clear that I can hold them in the real cave of my mind and touch them. Then, a wave comes and washes it away before it comes out of my mouth. Something has to happen making my thoughts come out. Have to get my head to participate in my mouth’s activities if I can get on with my life. Too many more things to learn. I have my goals and hopes.
My hard moments are less now. When giving the most, autism can feel happy. It feels overwhelming. You have so many hard, awesome, worrisome, good, challenging and maybe wonderful times.
Another love has my attention. It is my goal to make a world where we can unite the earnest helpers with the autistic thinkers to find real solutions. Going to my learning hard things, I twist and try to act normal, but always have to rock and flap and get my calm. Normal is not me.
Am thinking about my caring family because all of them are so understanding. I know every family must have hard times, and we can too, but I know they have so much love that they can always work things out. My hard working parents have partied with us, playing Wii and acting silly. These moments last in my long-term memory. Love overflowing at many stages.
Autism acts like a cruel master sometimes. I am making mistakes when I hold the board. I remember that I made so many mistakes when mom started to teach me with real learning with RPM. When I tried to spell the answers, my autism always wanted to play. It’s hard to explain so clearly. Maybe some word laying in with some other words are tangled together in my head.
Los momentos difíciles se comen las palabras alegres
Aveces el autismo actúa como un amo malvado. Yo cometo errores cuando sostengo mi tabla de letras solo. Recuerdo haber hecho muchos errores cuando mi Mama empezaba a enseñarme, de verdad, con el método RPM. Cuando yo trataba de deletrear las respuestas mi autismo siempre quería jugar.Es difícil explicarlo claramente.Talvez algunaspalabras tumbadas conotras están enredadas en mi cabeza.
At my favorite place my happiness is too much to explain with words. No other destination can feel as wonderful.
It is always eating the food of knowledge. It gobbles delicious ideas and spreads them out like a feast.
This place many adore so much. Sharing there is not one, but what seems to be an infinite stream of kids to find their treat. The treats they find are entertaining movies and adventurous games.
It has to be the most welcoming place in the world. It is for anyone who can see its value.
This palace of learning is the library, open to all.
En mi lugar favorito, mi felicidad es muy difícil de explicar con palabras. Ningún otro destino se siente tan maravilloso.
Este se Es alimenta con el onocimiento. Devora las ideas deliciosas com so fuera un banquete.
Muchas personas adoran este lugar. Parece ser que allí, una corriente infinita de niños encuentra su recompensa. Las recompensas que los niños encuentran son películas entretenidas y juegos aventureros.
Esto tiene que ser el lugar más acogedor del mundo. Este lugar es para quien pueda ver su valor.
Este lugar de aprendizaje es la biblioteca, accesible a todos.