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What makes you laugh?

I don’t laugh very often, depression will do that to you; but when I do it is at a variety of things. I like seeing people enraged in videos online or a good Eddie Murphy movie. Physical comedy to me is spice of life.

I remember when I was younger and would watch funny movies starring actors such as Murphy and Jim Carrey his faces would make me laugh so hard I couldn’t breath, such a shame he retired with a crappy movie like Sonic The Hedgehog 2:

When I was younger and saw the Nutty Professor and it’s sequel the Klumps I laughed equally as hard as when I watched Jim Carrey movies; though one could never beat movies like Bruce AllMighty and The Mask those are classics.

Other movies that have made me laugh are movies made by Tyler Perry namely the madea series; those have now also become classics; Tyler Perry is a very funny man.

I truly believe that if we did not have movies like these our world would be a dull place.

What’s something most people don’t understand?

It is no secret that people do not understand people who are different than them. What if our differences were really our individual gifts? What if “disorders” such as autism, ADHD, OCD, and others were really gifts that each individual has?

Everyone on earth is different in some way, this leads to negative encounters such as persecution, alienation, and bullying. Unfortunately a lot of people on the spectrum suffer from all three of these things, it is a truth that people fear what they do not understand.

Flying

What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had?

A secret skill I wish i had is to sprout wings and fly away. I would fly over cities looking down on all the unfortunate people without the ability and perceive them as ants. If I could fly I would travel the world without having to pay air fare, and visit a different city every week.

Voices

Light as a breeze.

Soft as a whisper.

A voice so calm that no one can hear.

Lo do we meditate under that great cherry tree,

What truths are there that we can see.

So do we ponder the thoughts of man,

The truths that no one can truly see, but we can feel.

The voices of reason made to heal.

Oh greyest cloud which has appeal,

Speak to me oh great wind,

Of the truths that set me free.

Of the thoughts that let us see,

And of the laws that let us be.

Oh coolest breeze let us see,

What it means to be free.

As we float through life, and remember thee.

Lest we forget the truths we see.

Lo do we not see,

The hardships that hinder our will to be,

The voices telling us how we should be free.

Neurodiverse: emotions

Often in my life, I have had trouble with emotions; this has often put me at odds with those around me. On the spectrum and as a neurodiverse individual as a whole, feelings are magnified. While this can be a good thing with emotions like love, joy, happiness, humor, and kindness, destructive emotions are also being heightened.

I can remember many times wherever I have experienced anger; often, this has led to outbursts. My actions had been misinterpreted by others and exasperated by people who meant to do physical or psychological harm. Like many on the autism spectrum, despite barely being on it, I have been bullied relentlessly by people who did not mean well to me. At camp, I was pigeonholed and picked on by councilors; this was not nearly as bad as the other campers who did the same; this had fueled my rebellious streak as I did not think I was being treated fairly. My memories of this treatment have fueled nightmares at night. Part of my behavior, while I was still young on the spectrum, stemmed from the mistreatment I received, and this caused me to get into serious trouble.

I do not pretend to know why people treat us this way: they do not understand or want to try. No matter what the case is, there will always be a miscommunication between Neurotypical and Neurodiverse people because our minds are not built the same way. When we get angry, we get ANGRY, but this emotion confuses us. The reactions we get from others confound this even more. Nothing is more frustrating than being told you can’t do something or feeling you are less than others. This is how I have felt most of my life so far, or more accurately, this is how I have been made to feel by the actions of others toward me. This frustration we feel fuels our anger even more.

When we feel angry and frustrated, this leads to sadness and depression because no one likes to get licked on and bullied. If it is terrible for Neurotypical people, guaranteed it is worse for Neurodiverse individuals. This is not to say that all Neurodiverse people feel the same because we don’t, but no matter the case, even the negative emotions are magnified.

What I would like whoever reads this to take away from this is that we would love for More Neurotypical people to be mindful of how they treat us. The adage of treat others how you would like to be treated is far more poignant for us; your actions can have dire consequences. I would use Nicholas Cruz as an example of someone who was bullied so much; we all know how he ended up. Was he Neurodiverse? I don’t know, but that’s the most practical example I can think of. In short, all I ask of you is, please be kind. It could very much change the trajectory of someone’s life. I have experienced very little kindness from the world. It is my deepest wish for this to change.

I wander

I wander, over the fields and across the sea,

Dare I to think of what can be.

O, the deepest thoughts that man can have,

And the soul of men ever longing.

Dare I sit at the base of that great tree,

And dream the dream that will make me see.

O’er the mountains far and wide, and the ocean so very deep.

When I sleep do I see,

Truths greater than the waking world can be.

Under the shadow of the great tree.

Do I see.

Do I see the world as it be.

Or what it can be.

Do I witness the sights as great as the eye can see.

Or dream a dream that may very well be.

Let us comprehend the greater truths,

One day we will finally and truly see.

What it is we can be.

To Bless

Oh Greyest Cloud

What blessings come from thee.

Floating endlessly as far as the eye can see.

And as far and wide as can be.

High or low and silent as the breeze and calm as a sea.

Silent as a hush, and mysterious as the hereafter.

To know some but keep learning is to be blessed.

Searching.

Reading.

What we do not know we will search to see.

Searching to be.

And one day be blessed to know and see,

Until one day after the storm,

We find what we are looking for.

Lit Candle

Lit candle light reveal to me.

Secrets hidden and truths unknown.

Speak to me of the mysteries of the world.

Of the knowledge to be known.

Let me hear through the silent roar of your flame,

Stories that are yet to be told.

Stories of valor and legends of peace

Tales of bravery, and ballads of love.

Tell me if the world in poor health,

And whet we must do to help it,

Our sustenance it provides.

Whisper of the voice of the wind.

Ever so soft whispering, singing us to sleep.

Soft as a shadow and calm as a breeze,

Silent as the wind and as slow as the sea.

The Ultimate question, and our reason to be.

Soft ember light do I see in the light shadows of thee.

What do the shadows say?

A story of freedom and a truth of passion,

The knowledge of just how things should be.

Fate

The hands of time keep turning.

Not once do they slow.

Over and over again do we feel it,

Each day we get older,

Lo at night do we wonder.

What then may come the next day.

What mysteries may we find.

Lo do our minds wander, and our thoughts reveal to us.

What may our dreams say or what may our deepest wishes be.

What then may our thoughts tell us.

Where will we be one day.

Each way we go and every step we take will lead the way.

And fate will say.

Where we will be one day.

Ode to ShitheadMcRump

Ode to shitheadMcrump the arbiter of chaos Nè the Harbinger of white.

Whose reign wide as far as the eye can see.

Ode to the chaos you have sown.

Domineering,oppressing force of the sky.

What are you doing there may I ask have you swindled your way to the top.

The mighty tree that is he who reached high replies.

“Will I bring those into my life that will harm eachother. Will I bring happiness to the land? Or chaos to places abroad. What’ll my darkness not spread? Not of the shadows but of the sky.”

“Why I ask him. It is not enough that the roots below us get the sun too?”

You think it’ll matter when you are dead! He responds assured of the great hunk he presumed to be.

Stand on a mountain and you will begin to see. What was once a land meant for the sky now suffers to be. In the midst of a great plague this land and abroad suffers, a endless sleep.

On one end you have the field you see, greener grass, purest meadows and peaceful land of the gods.

You may turn. Around and see.

Ode to ShitheadMcRump we do not care for thee. Cause when the going gets tough let’s swindle and lie. And ruin lives while doing it.

Ode to the one to come forth, and for a time we see light in from thee.

And I ask it thee.

Are you a coward who’s soul value sinking the soul of all man into the pit from whence you came?

Oh he says to me. I am the darlkness from which none can escape.

I am the abyss where everything goes,

Call me Father Time,

As you drift down the path of endless decay., then one day you survive without flying,

Think without feeling, and the path we go astray.

The interconnected souls of man. Flawed to monstrosity. Forever changing. To become one with itself and guide others to do the same.

Years and years we wait, suffering m, reeling praying for the souls led astray.

Oh ShitheadMcRump how evil you are to be.

Oh how you lie and you try to control and suffering follows your orange ora; chaos weaver from the depths of purgatory.

Lo there can we see the coming of the new dawn.

Past the darkness we are about to feel, and the sickness that has now been thrust.

Oh ShitheadMcrump on your black horse of death you ride.

In the end all we can do is survive: