Autism Quotes
I guess you were not my friend then, that's okay. I can see my true self, I can see yours, now. I guess that you did not look hard enough at mine. Or you would never have let me go.
I look at the sky and the dust that separates us from the stars that will be my home. I breathe in the night air, the rotten night air, and I miss, I miss, I miss.
Go to the edge of the cliff and jump off. Build your wings on the way down.--Ray Bradbury
She felt lost and misunderstood. She felt like she was drowning. Overwhelmed. Unaccepted. Alone.
I sometimes shock the people around me with how I see things. I come up with very unique solutions to things. As I can picture things in my mind and move them around to design and understand them.
Don't be sad that I'm autistic. Love me for who I am. All of me. Some things are difficult for me but I'm okay as I am.
Then the dreaded words, Your child has autism. These words echo in their heads like a freight train blasting through their hopes and dreams.
You have a healthy baby boy! The words ring like church bells in the ears of new parents.
A small step forward . . .every . . single . . .day. The sun is coming up and I am wondering, 'What wondrous thing shall I witness today?
Life-transforming ideas have always come to me through books.” - Bell Hooks
Stop assuming I don't have any emotions. My inner thoughts might not be easily seen on my face. I do think and feel.
Sometimes there are not the right words for my thoughts. Speech feels like it's not a natural way to communicate. This is when typing the words makes my thoughts come out easier.
Conversations sometimes are so hard to follow.People are so confusing with the wrong facialexpressions for their words.
Our visuals must represent the truth and decode the verbal jumble so these children can find the right direction.
I'll always be there for you.I promise to protect and nurture you.Hopefully one day soon, true Autism acceptance will besomething that just is.
I look out onto this world I'm in and hope that one day all people will be accepted and valued as they are.
I could sum up my younger life in one word.-Misunderstanding. Most of my school life was spend in protection mode. Which made any 'benefit' I could get from socializing, useless.
Standing alone, walking my own path. Rearranging my thoughts. Pushing worries away. Climbing out of the fog, towards freedom of mind.
She became an illusion of herself. It was easier to cope with people that way
I tried to write how I felt. The pen remained frozen. The paper stayed white and empty, while my brain was dark and full
I will not allow anxiety dictate the terms of my life
Sometimes I don't have enough energy to be social. I need time alone to recover from the last time I went out.
Teachers should be made aware of visual stress symptoms and the potential difference coloured lights, overlays and lenses could make to a learners perception.
Adapting our own perception, following rather than leading and building bridges are all keys to helping the child with autism learn.
His eyes saved him. What they insisted on seeing and reporting to him took him out of the autism of terror.
Are we allowing individuals to develop their talents with our current teaching methods? Is there more or maybe less we should be doing?
When teaching children with autism we must be quick to adapt, follow our instinct and go off plan.
autism is more like retina patterns than measles
Mental illness is not something you misunderstand in this era. Get educated because bias is no different than racism.
I'll never get to hear her say, 'I love you, Mommy, ' like other parents take for granted.
The closer we come to understanding the challenges of autism, the better we are placed to accommodate and educate without risking removing that individuality we all love.
Being autistic does not mean I don't have empathy. Stereotypes are harmful. If anything I hyper feel everything and have to try to shut off to cope.
Autists are the ultimate square pegs, and the problem with pounding a square peg into a round hole is not that the hammering is hard work. It's that you're destroying the peg.
When I write, I can be hear. And known. But nobody has to look at me. Nobody has to see me at all.
I'm an autistic girl. I have many years to grow. I'm going to rock my life. Just watch me shine
I take criticism to heart. The words hit me literally and it hurts. It can take me a long time to recover from it.
Dreaming is escaping. Daydreaming is a form of self protection. Dissociation is Survival
I'm not a hero for living autistic. I'm a person just like you. Just living my life.
Today, with tears in my eyes, I telephoned the mother of one of our children (aged thirteen) who had spoken for the first time since the age of three...
Everything can be summed up into an equation.
When I was very young I thought I was just like everyone else. I think it took me longer than most to realize I was different and even longer to realize that being different was what made me great
But in a home where grief is fresh and patience has long worn thin, making it through another day is often heroic in itself.
The branches are a storm around me, and I fall into a deep well of green. The needles and limbs rush past. It is a whirling motion of green and brown branches.
I saw the Eagle Tree for the first time on the third Monday of the month of March, which I guess could be considered auspicious if I believed in magic or superstition or religion...
This tree was a vast cylinder of wood. It filled the sky. The limbs reached out above me, a great canopy sheltering the rest of the trees, as if they were its children.
My arms sometimes move on their own in big flapping motions, as if I might take off, and my hands spin like a hummingbird’s wings.
The trees reach up above me toward the sky, stretching out their great limbs in an intricate pattern that reminds me of the pattern of light... the pattern shifting back and forth as I climb.