Gigabuster87

I am not the most perfect person. Humble I try to be, but I am not without flaw. I try to do what I can and when I do something, I try to make myself available and do as asked. I may not always know what is right or what is right now, but I know that I have a need to express what should be addressed. I don't know what people are to expect of me. I try not to set any standard, not say I am better or worse than anyone. Some of the things that have happened I can or cannot change. I am who I am. But there are things that keep happening that I try not to have at me. A while back, I read an article about a man who has Asperger's living in England, who committed suicide after calling for help four times to the crisis hotline. It left me in a position to understand how vulnerable one can be when the struggle to express what you feel is a problem. Not everyone can do that. As an individual who lives with Asperger's, I cannot even think how many times I have tried to express mysel

When I was in WATCH Resources, a community resource in Tuolumne County that served individuals with developmental disabilities, I was honored to have arranged for an interview on the history of this organization. Along with Christine Daly, executive director of WATCH, we both shared our experiences and how we contributed to our community. Here's the link to the interview: http://apps.gocolumbia.edu/ohs/listen?206&t=&i=Daly%2c+Christine&a=All&p=0

I was inspired by something I saw years ago where people would be given an opportunity to ask someone a question about what life was like for people on the spectrum. Granted everyone's experiences are different, and there is more than two sides of the story, but if you would like for me to have a discussion on what my life as being on the spectrum is then let's work something out to make that happen.

What hurts more? Sticks or stone? Will they or won't they break a bone? Do words not hurt or tell another story? Or are you looking for some old glory? Is it true a pen be mightier than a sword? Or is there a line that one crosses or draws? What are words said to you and me? Are they weapon or are they armor? Is there a war within our conversation? Surely you must defend yourself from me? How do you protect from the words? Do you arm yourself with sticks? Or are you solid as any stone? Is either one strong to withstand their blows? When can a whisper leave an echo? Could it be heard nearby? Or from afar? Are these screams left feeling breathless? Are you voiceless though you said enough? Is anyone answering that Clarion call? No one told us we would rise or we would fall. So whatever you say you are, stick or stone... Words are all that you and I are.

Have you ever wondered why you feel so out of place? Almost like you have nowhere else to go? Like you have no one else to turn to? For a long time I have felt these Tendencies to give up. I don't ever want to feel like that. I want to be able to show that I am capable of much more than anyone can think of. I hope to use this blog to express those thoughts and to be able to reach out to someone in the way that I never thought could happen. So let us take this journey and see what marvelous things are to come.  For it is not the destination that counts; rather it is the mileage.