I tossed up my hands before I started… to be honest it took me a good 4 months to walk away from the punch that put me on the ground.
Respect.
I give it and I expect it back but in my line of work it isn’t always given back due to the ghost called, “out to get me…”
When you deal with this regularly and you understand completely where it comes from it still is hard when you’re equated with those who have caused someone emotional harm.
I decided to see just how gifted I am at creative writing.
I live with an autistic but in any situation I refuse to prostitute any disability yet there is such a strong story to share.
I would never intentionally embarrass anyone.
I finally told my wife… I’ll write my blog but protect the action and thoughts behind how much our lives have changed by the gift of autism.
I do well by being honest and many times my story is the why to which I do the work that I have done for years. So this blog comes from a well of extremely painful memories that I can still cry about.
My story however is why I don’t see different but the same. My story taught me that I matter and those with disabilities matter as well.