Growing Sideways

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written by Lydia on February 24, 2014 -

As a young adult with ASD, I’m a living paradox.  I may have a book contract, burgeoning speaking career, and (almost!) a Master’s degree, but, given the chance, I would choose any Disney movie over boring, typical adult movies.  While there may be the not-so-odd typical young adult out there like me, I become a [...]

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Note To Self (A Letter I Would Send To Myself As A Kid If I Could)

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written by Kimberly Gerry Tucker on January 20, 2014 -

I’m an adult with sensory sensitivities and diagnoses of both Aspergers and selective mutism. I remember what it was like to be a child with those challenges. At the time, I thought that because I was so different from everyone else that I must have be an alien dropped here and expected to know the [...]

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Alone … Not Lonely

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written by S.R Salas on December 8, 2013 -

I’ve always enjoyed being alone. My two autistic kids feel the same. And I never thought much about it until I was older and it was brought to my attention by  non-autistic people. I talk to parents frequently about autism. I also tweet, blog and present to different organizations on the subject. One topic that [...]

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Ways To Help Your Child Feel More Comfortable At Medical Appointments

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written by Lydia on December 4, 2013 -

Imagine all the things that leave you feeling unsettled when it comes to medical settings and procedures.  Now imagine that everyone at the office spoke another language and that they come from a completely different culture.  Finally, imagine that it’s common practice to listen to the radio with the TV on, too, and to go [...]

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Playtime For Aspienaut

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written by Paul Siebenthal on October 6, 2013 -

Playtime. There I stood, a boy alone on the edge of everything, watching it all happen.  One girl jumps a rope swung by two girls counting each leap safely taken.  The next girl impatiently speeding up to hasten her turn.  Other girls play patter-cake, shouting out rhymes like a call to arms, for others to [...]

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Low Winter Sun

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written by Paul Siebenthal on September 23, 2013 -

There it was, broken, in the corner of the garden by the shed.  As though carefully looking for something misplaced, it paced out, in ever decreasing circles its passing.  Like a clockwork toy running down, it ran out, paused briefly and died. The Blackbird had flown into the centre of our lounge window.  The sound, [...]

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Art As A Springboard For Change

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written by Kimberly Gerry Tucker on September 19, 2013 -

I am a self-proclaimed isolated loner who wishes our world was a place where respect for other human beings was commonplace, existing like a vibrant multi-colored patchwork quilt; all of our diversities sewn colorfully together.  NO tolerance for chastisement, bullying, or worse. I write and I paint and do other creative things not only because [...]

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