Welcome to Autism As A Gift.
Autism is known the world over as something to fear. ” You’ve got that” and people begin to pity you or use you as something to pick to pieces, tease, ridicule, talk behind you back , snoop into your well being. Take over your life.
I know this personally as I have lived it for over half a century. And then it became time to speak out. How can a population of people even begin to dream of attaining equality if they are sill in grief at having this silent disability?
The very first day I went into a nursing class the lecturer placed on the board the word ‘Dis ease’. And then proceeded to ask everyone in the room to read what was written on the board. Out of the whole class, I read the words ‘DIS EASE’. That was the first time my dyslexia had become handy. Autistics have a fine attention to detail. We ‘see’ things that others do not see. The space between the words letters was just large enough to pick up on. At that stage, Averill Hastings knew what I had. The year was in 1983. I was not officially diagnosed until 2009.
There were times that Averill used to tear her hair out with me. Why was I not studying to be a Doctor? Little did we know that during the mindset developmental stage when the theta brainwaves were developing a most impressionable child was receiving input that was very laying the groundwork for “YOU ARE NOT WORTHY” of that. The little pigeons on my shoulders were whispering reinforcement words over the years. So much so that until 21:30 hrs, October 10th 2016 I actually believed them.
I no longer believe these thoughts. Liberation has arrived. Kinda like the 1960’s feminist movement where “Burn the Bra” was the call for at least half the adult population. Even if it was most just the men!
And there you have it. My dry sense of humor and attention to detail. Most times these two things combined gets me into much social trouble.
My question here come from this statement ” Some Woman want to have fun. Plain innocent fun.” Just because I happen to be Autistic why is there a limitation on the fun word?
What is wrong with having learned to just let the inner child within come out and play? Why can people take the smile we have to give, and want something else?
Then here is the challenge. Nero-diversification. Equality of mind.
Once people get over their ‘dis-ease’ of being around far more people than they know, or thought they knew to be “normal” get through their shock and horror of allowing a person with an
invisible disability within their space then there may be some rest for them. Not for the people on the Autism spectrum though as many of us are so aware of the electromagnetic energy rating

from people in general that the zappy alterations in electromagnetic currency causing vibrations’s and pulse rate currency fluctuations sends us screaming off in pain. Maybe not running off in the distance but internally where you cannot see.
It’s the picking up that something is wrong. That we so not fit into your circle. That you have closed off from allowing us to be just there. So many things we know and cannot fully express it. Would you if suddenly you were faced with a fighter plan coming out of nowhere shooting bullets, or a steam train of pure energy bearing down on you? Would you be able to voice an opinion if the car screaming around the corner caught you… a deer within its headlights. These are everyday scenarios we Autistics have to learn how to cope with.
Yet you accept and use many of the inventions we invented daily. Watch the videos and performances of those of use who are gifted in the musical and stage arts.
Eat the culinary creations from famous chefs and food preparation artistic who feel the vibrations of the food harmonious.
Fly in airlines and go online to learn from people who have made it.
Get off the grass and past the self-limiting grief belief of Autism. Treat Autism as it should be. Cause once past the grief you may well find that like me you know that Autism As A Gift exists
Yes, it takes one smile to stop a thousand tears. Yours or mine?
Sincerely
Susan lewis