Think Outside The Box.

I found this on Quora  and it's another way of looking at autism:

Maureen Hughes

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Former Shop Owner, Hawaii at Self Employed (Background Checks) (1991–2003)1h

If autism has always been around but we hadn’t noticed, where are all the adults with autism? One in 55 children has autism. With numbers that high, why aren’t they researching autism causes? Do they already know the answer?

Autism has been around forever. Autism has produced problems in families, but they have taken care of it. Autism is a ‘difference’, sometimes good and sometimes bad. However, my personal opinion (totally unresearched and probably biased) is that autistic people are entirely responsible for just about every advance in human achievement.

It is the autistic person who thinks outside the box. It is the autistic person who sees, quite clearly, what others don’t see. Autistic people are ‘odd’. Leonardo da Vinci appears to have been autistic. I’m willing to bet just about every human innovation has come about because of an autistic person.

Most of us are not autistic. Our future depends on autistic people who think differently.

 

Daily Musing.

 

Indigenous Aboriginal Native People First Nations Summer.

We still have nice warm summer temps in the 20's and now it's even been updated to be 30 C (or even hotter!) next Mon, Tues, and Wed! Yahoo! It's what used to be called Indian Summer but now you'd probably have to call it something more like Indigenous Aboriginal Native People First Nations Summer. Whatever it's called I'll take it! It's glorious and I can still sit outside and Buddy and I enjoy soaking up the sun! Things have also been going oddly well lately,too: I had an awesome,amazing trip, Buddy's doing well, and my mother's happy in her LTC home and no longer living here with us, making home life much more bearable,so I just hope nothing happens to "jinx" it, yet even so it's also sad at the same time to realize that I have no hopes or dreams left anymore; I've done it all now and there's nothing left to look forward to anymore; I've raised my kids and now they no longer want nothing to do with me, I've done my travelling and Buddy's at the end of his life, so now what? There's nothing left. It seems like everything's just "wrapped" up and come to an end now.

I also realized that people who are autistic, bipolar, schizophrenic, etc. aren't "crazy", either; just on a different frequency.

My stomach pains' also really bad again today; I even woke up with it, and I only wish I knew what I did that was so "bad" and why the kids hate me. Whenever I'd ask all they'd say was You know except that I don't; I have no idea and I keep wracking my brain to try and figure it out.

Is it just because I'm autistic?

Bipolar?

Because of things I can't help and have no control over?

Is it because I raised them to know God and made them go to church?

Because I raised them with values, ethics, morals, standards, and boundaries?

Because I tried my best to protect them from the evil, sin, and bad influence of the world and public school like sex, drugs, gangs, violence,the occult etc?

Because of trauma we had to live in hiding and on the run for so many years?

Because of trauma we didn't trust outsiders or let anyone else in?

Because I set rules and had expectations for them?

Because I valued education?

Because I wanted them to concentrate on school and didn't let them date until they were 18?

Because I was molested as a kid and didn't allow sleepovers?

Because I was protective and not permissive?

Because I wouldn't let my girls dress immodestly?

Because I was a mother who did my best to protect my kids?

I may never know but whatever it was I'm sorry and I meant well and I tried.

Got to keep on walkin' on the road to Zion.-Damian Marley

 

Heart-Wrenching.

This has to be one of the most heart-wrenching things I have read:

I am a house slave born Akiwa renamed Sara

I have birthed two of my slave owners' children

My fairer skin and features made me appealing to him

And I had no choice but to give myself for my own safety

My children have even fairer skin

They look more like him than me

So they don't know I'm Their mother

or their beautiful history

His wife could not bear children so mine became hers

And it breaks my heart watching them grow

Knowing the things they could never know

But I watch them as they learn to read

and do as the owner does

And I kept silent out of a mother's love

Knowing nothing good could come from the truth

They treat me as a slave sometimes even with unkind words even though from me they came

But for their sake I speak no words

So that their freedom will always remain without knowing a slave’s pain

Source: Black History Facts

(Krys Jehan)

 

Today's Pondering.

 

Spark One Up!

If you don't then you should.

Wake & bake!

Never too old.

“It’s in my interest, in ours perhaps, or maybe the interests of the greater good, for me to smoke a joint, and calm down.” — Hunter S. Thompson

 

Wordless Wednesday.