The Network

We grow up as young boys and girls

We’re told that we are to befriend our peers

Many of peers on peers in school charter these scary waters for the first time we snarl.

For we are doing only what we are told.

We’re included in mates birthday’s

Some are just with us boys, some with the whole class

Because if you don’t invite everyone, it’s against the rules.

The celebrant may not care for everyone.

But the rules are the rules.

Eventually, those years come to an end

There’s dance’s, formals and then it’s a choice if you want to go.

Sometimes those that care for us thinks it’s in our best interest to go, but we get anxious and wonder if we’ll be a butterfly or a wallflower or will we get that dance.

Maybe it’s not our thing, we don’t know and don’t give it a chance.

But sometimes we have to fight those feelings and fight the flight ore we’ll never know what they like.

For we only know who to be alike.

Our school years progress

And we want them to be a success

But it seems like we have to run the gammut of bullies everyday both in real life and online.

All within that finding out we are growing and that our growing life is in line with

For we want to have our own life too

And all this while we have to learn all things new.

For we know the future is up to you.

One day we become a adult. The future is here.

For this we have for a longtime been in fear.

We are finding who we are going to be.

For that decision is for us to be.

We are told to be productive in our lives.

We fulfill our days building our new lives.

But we need something to help out.

Network, Network, Network.

Because it’s the only way we get our feelings out.

We discovered who we wanted to be.

For we are wondering who is interested in me.

It in no way has to be a romantic affair.

We just want someone who gets us without being unfair.

So we search and dig.

For technology has made great progress on this dig.

Because we don’t want to be hacked, defeated or scammed

We dig, dig, dig. For technology helps us without making us crammed.

But you need common sense to not get scammed.

Those life skills are paying dividends.

For an appropriate friendship is what you want to mend.

You’re connected. You learn sometimes chat sometimes not.

For oftentimes we fear we ought.

But it takes time to warm up for the ice to break.

And a friend you should make.

Poem: To the Mother

To the Mother
Who always thinks of her child’s best interest before hers
Thank You

To the Mother
Who ensured that he had the best education possible
Yes, it was a public one
but, read the Educational Law book cover to cover
and fought tooth and nail with school teachers and administrators
defending her child when he did wrong, yet was not treated fair
and always wanted the best possible solution available.
Sometimes this meant bringing her village to the school
and this was referred to school officals as “counterproductive”,
but she knew it had to be done, in order for her child to succeed.
And they did, better than she thought.
Thank You

To the mother
who knew her heart was not to give up on her child when they wern’t their best
although she had other ideas, she went to bat for her child when many others wouldn’t
people had other ideas to send her child far away from her when in the end
her goal was to reunite them with their family when they got the proper care they needed
when no one would help her, she pounded the pavement found facilites, toured, and asked questions, got the paperwork, and did all the steps to get her child where he needed to be.
For fighting the odds was what she did. It almost broke up her marriage, but her husband’s goal was also for their child to be in their home again and to be safe around BOTH of them.
That child got the care and came back home some time later.
Thank You

To the mother
Who their child has slapped, kicked and punched until just the last decade
The child still wonders why their mother would love them when their child does this to them, yet does anything for them at the drop of at the hat, the child remains puzzled
But Thank You.

To the mother
who knew her child needed something to do after high school.
The next summer after reuniting, she took her child on a tour of the vocational school
Again, those in charge had grave concern about the child’s attendance
She spent several phone calls, got letters of recommendation, and followed all the protocols
That child graduated high school and she sent them to job training the next month
Then they got accepted for evaluation, the next summer that child got accepted at that school, and they achieved many great things, like learning public transportation, riding intercity rail and shopping and budgeting his money. And you know what, that child had no disciplinary issues at that school, always on the honor roll and graduated top of his class.
Thank You

To the mother
Who never stops fighting for her child. When they battle because they arent happy with their job and want to give up it all. She quickly reminds her child how grateful they should be for what they have for they got things pretty good for themselves and should be thankful.
Thank You

To the mother
Who joined the local weight loss support group in the church basement every week for 13 years ago. She only went because the child wanted to go. Every week the child would complain about going because they gained weight, but the mother made them go and at the end of that meeting, they would both be glad they went. The mother would be leader of that group for a year or so. Plus they would both acquire some pretty good friends there too.
Thank You.

To the mother
Who spends her afternoon after work driving across town to pick up her child at his job
Only to hear him get upset about something they have no control or reason to be upset over
For it ruins their plans, and she takes the child home and they apologize excessively.
She says “don’t worry about it,” for she knows they just needed that time to vent.
Thank You.

To the mother.
Who picks up her child to spend the day with them.
Only to hear negative thoughts from them on how bad their life is.
In reality they have one of the best lives a person with Autism could have.
Yet they are so ungrateful and unthankful.
She leaves them at home, so they can learn, and they did.
Thank You.

To the mother.
Who comes to take down the Christmas Tree.
To find her child’s apartment a mess
Rips the lights of the tree
and storms out.
Makes her child remember how thankful they should be
That child later called her and apologized and in their mind says
Thank You.

To the mother
Who answers the 12th call that day from her child
That tells her their glasses are ready for pickup at the supercenter
And they have only 45 minutes to get them, if they dont, they cant get them until tomorrow
She says she’ll be there in 10 minutes, picks them up and goes and gets them.
They want to eat
She takes them to Wendy’s then home
and they say
Thank You

A Christmas Card

A Christmas card.
For many years I just didn’t care about Christmas cards.
Then I moved in an apartment building.
Around the beginning of December each tenant would receive a list of the tenants of the property.

Then they started coming. All hours of the day and night.
Some have candy. Others collectables and bookmarks and such.
Last year I read each card, made mine and didn’t think nothing less.
December 26th last year I went to the Hallmark store and bought a set large enough for this year.

This year I found Jesus.

When we got that list I started writing.
Delivered mine. I was the first one this year.
Then they came. And I read each one
Then there were the others.
From all the groups I was involved in.

Now for a place to put them.
I had them in a bin.

I went to the thrift store.
And saw this unopened card holder.
Mom said I needed it.
Half off helped me decide.
Came home and cleaned.

Then put it up
Then put the cards in.
Counting my blessings at Christmas time for those near and far.

I also paid it forward by sending some out to the shut ins, those here and there with ailments and some individuals on the spectrum who feel alone.
For I feel alone sometimes.
Then I look at all the Christmas cards on the wall and am truly blessed to be here tonight!

Why I Don’t Like Halloween

Halloween is near
Many find it exciting
However I never wanted to believe
Because I don’t find it interesting

Recently I went through my childhood photos that were my grandparents
I have worn a multitude of costumes
But for the last four years, I wore the same costume twice
Why you ask, I never processed until now

The truth is I always disliked Halloween.
Back when I was in Elementary School
It meant a change in routine.
We were sent home to change into our costume
And they’re were other changes
Like parading around the neighborhood or school
Then a loud party.

Come to think of it, one year I acted out
But no one knew why
The truth was I hated parties
Although for the majority of four years
I would have the same classmates
that knew me oh so well
I acted prior as a way to possibly get out of the party

But this was just as Asperger’s was defined in the DSM-IV
And the professionals (just educators then) just thought I was being a brat.
For they or no one understood, that this and any holiday was difficult for me.

I also went trick or treating, although I rarely ate the candy, and I dont have any now
I liked the potato chips and simple things
A treat was that house on Fifth that gave a can of Coca-Cola, I always enjoyed that house.
I never made a fuss about trick-or treating, I just did it to satisfy my family.

I recently read the Facebook Page Conversations with Chevy, of which I relate to so much
His mom talks about sensory issues with Hockey Gear when he was young and how
he couldn’t wait to get it off. I now realize that I felt the same about Halloween Costumes.
They were itchy and uncomfortable and hot, and I couldn’t wait to get them off.
They’re was even one my mother made me out of a Richard Scarry book with a garbage bag and construction paper (it was an owl).
Nonetheless, I obliged but I could’nt wait to get it off.

After being diagonsed I still brushed it off, however it comes back
The local amusement park has a halloweened themed fall celebration
And my family likes to take the younger ones, however I dislike it
The other components frighten me like the music and decor
However, I manage not to disapoint because I dont like to make a fuss
and I dont have to make wear a costume
But they have some pretty good photo ops, which are cool.

In my apartment you won’t find anything scary
Instead, I have a handful of harvest decorations
And I’m ok with that because that’s the life I live.

Lastly, there’s this craze abou the Blue Pumpkin.
Lets not call out individuals on the spectrum by using that color as a symbol.
Remenber that Autism is a very broad and diverse neuroligical conditoon
Also diverse is the range of verbalization and articularity.
Therefore, should you be having trick-or-treaters,
Educate yourself on ALL conditions children today face,
so you are prepared to be aware of all needs that today’s children face.
Because, like me,  they too will be adults someday
and need to be accepted in the communities that they call home.



Autism Acceptance Month – Day #2: Light it up blue day;

Note: Today is #LightItUpBlue Day for Autism Acceptance Month. I have contributed a poem as a backseat gesture of bring Awareness to this blog.


I have autism…but it shouldn’t define me.
By my life or who I want to be.
What I wear or by my appearance of my own body.
It doesn’t matter, if I take care of it and not look shoddy.

I have autism…some have it harder than others
Each person’s severity differs from another’s
Regardless we all can think for ourselves.
And believe it or not, we don’t all line things up on shelves.

I have autism… and I have rights
Where I want to go, live and how I spend my nights
What I want to do in life, go to school, get a job and even drive.
It shouldn’t matter what I want if I stay alive.

I have autism…and I should be treated like the adult I am.
To do what I want as I want, if I am able, then I can.
Go places I never dreamed of, explore new places.
Even explore that golden dream or define my own spaces.

I have autism…and I sometimes I get portrayed badly in the media.
But a lot of us can still and can use an encyclopedia.
Many of us don’t own a gun nor do we want to commit a crime.
For we know of much better ways to spend our time
I have autism…and I have quirks
Sometimes we make odd jerks and smirks.
I don’t mean it, we just don’t know how to process the senses around us.
I am just having a difficult time and don’t mean to cause a fuss.

I have autism…and I seem antisocial.
However, that is far from the case; I want to be social.
I fear the initial contact and want to get to know you.
For all I want is someone to pay attention and talk to.

I have autism…I am different.
But we are perceived as indifferent.
If you met one person on the spectrum,
Then you just met just that, a person on the spectrum.

I have autism…for it is just is what is defined as, a spectrum.
For in many places we don’t seem to fit with the right kind of system
It exhibits a broad range of behavior, some very light and some very severe.
But what should matter most is that we all want to persevere.

I have autism…but it shouldn’t define me.
By my life or who I want to be.
All I want is for you to accept me.
For who and what I want to be.