April 2, 2017 was the tenth annual World Autism Awareness Day. Every year people who are involved in making others aware of autism and who run organizations around the world, have celebrations on that day. Each try to create unique and outstanding fund raisers grab the public’s attention because we all know that it takes flash and hype to get people interested, that Is unless those people are touched by this lifelong developmental disorder. My intent on writing about autism isn't just to make others aware of how it is explained or how the medical field offers up the information they feel the public can digest. I intend to speak of how it feels to be a person with autism and how it was not a fast and easy discovery, at least not for me. I did not start out with any signs of not being a normal baby. I was told I was a happy, chubby little guy, but slow to talk. My family thought nothing of that because my brother Devin was the only grandchild for 3 years and he was a motor mouth before he turned two years old. He talked and even learned how to use a computer for simple things and could write his own first name. He would correct people if they were wrong and so with Devin being so highly expressive and he even had Mom take him to something called pre-preschool. That was where Mom took him to school at 3 years old and then he had another preschool class after that and by the time he was in regular preschool, he was teaching the other students how to use the computer. So, when smiley quiet me came along they just thought I was normal instead of being like Devin. It wasn't until they tried to ship me off to preschool, i began to shut down. I did not want to be away from the family, and things got worse not better. My mother didn't see me ready to start kindergarten, so she held me back a year. The following year a new kind of kindergarten had started in our area where the child went all day instead of half a day, and were taught as though they were preschoolers. I still did not want to open up. I didn't even know why. That was when the real roller coaster rides of social disruption and personal pain began, showing me I was different. That, and the short school bus that picked me up each day. I think everyone in our country understands the implications of riding the short bus. Sitting here thinking about the original introduction that had gotten misplaced. I decided that I should write perhaps some mini-stories about me in attempts to make or help make autism sort of understandable that the population seems to grasp. So I thought if I were to lay out my own feelings, events, happenings and mishaps which may seem just normal to you. Feel free to laugh at the funny and empathize where I truly need such feelings. Some of you may be able to relate to my events or even understand them. It is the public’s misunderstanding or lack okay this condition that makes it hard on the inflicted an truly, even harder on the people round them. This is my attempt to tell you at last just one man’s story of how this onslaught and its effectiveness not only on a few people, but on the entire population of the planet if we cannot get our people not only notified that such a condition exists, but can destroy many a life.
*Here I want to put in a disclaimer. These stories of mine may be a tad enhanced by my imagination. Other than that, they are based on truths in my life. We will just call some if it puffery. smiley face