Well said, EP as my signature says, life is what you make it. I know not everyone has the will, courage or, strength to play a new game. The stakes are high. If you fail, you might loose everything, even yourself but, if you succeed you will have everything and, you will know yourself in the truest sense.
Outwardly society praise those who walk to beat of a different drum but, when you actually do it, they loathe you. Not because they actually hate you but, because they are jealous and envious that they lack your will, strength and, courage. They are, on the whole, unhappy with the lives they have, they are playing the common game of deceptions, half truths and, outright lies.
It is a game we on the spectrum recognize all too quickly and easily. The one thing that is honest in our very early years is the one thing we hate instinctively - touch. While it is meant to covey caring, love and acceptance, to us it coveys fear, disgust and, pain. We soon learn that we have no choice but to tolerate it. It is there the cycle of tolerating what we know is wrong or, just wrong for us begins, before we can speak or even walk.
We grow up knowing we don't like a lot of things and, a lot of things hurt us that don't seem to hurt others so, we tolerate those things because we need a home, parents, food, clothing and, can't get it if we risk it all and, stand up for ourselves. By the time we are adults we have forgotten who we really are and come to believe that all tolerance is good, right, correct.
We are wrong at that point, SOME tolerance is good, right and, correct but, not at the expense of ourselves, our peace and comfort. Undoing that learning takes more than some people possess. It takes sacrifices many cannot make. Those are the ones we need to help. The ones that can do it just need the motivation and encouragement to try, and the assurance that, when the storm passes, they will be okay.
I was fortunate to step into a world that accepted me as I was and, taught me how to separate the public game from my private life. A world that taught me how to be myself in private and play the game in public. How to shift gears quickly, and flawlessly. That allowed me to learn who I really was, what I really needed and, wanted. Once I knew that, it was only a matter of finding the path that led to what I needed and wanted. All of that came rather quickly for me, I had it all by the time I was 25.
One might expect that to be enough but, I didn't stop there, I realized I needed to do something to insure what I had built for myself would last the rest of my life, and that that life would be my own, the life I wanted when the lights went down for the last time for me.
Unlike so many of my peers, I didn't live a life of opulent luxury, I saved most of what I earned, knowing the spotlight would not be on me forever and, one day all of the lights would go down for the last time for me. I would be what they call a has been. That day came, I welcomed it I was ready for the chance to stop playing the game every day. I wanted full days, even weeks where I didn't have to play the game even once. I have that now. I can play when I want to but, I don't need to play the game ever again if I choose not to. I have control of my life, my environment and who does what to me.
That is something many of us will never have, something i wish I could give each and every one of us. The scale is, in my opinion trying to take away what small measure of that receiving assistance gives so many that may communicate relatively well and be fully capable of caring for themselves in a private world yet cannot play the game well enough to insure any acceptable future at all for themselves.
If I could, I would give every one of us the opportunities and people I have now and have had in the past. The chance to earn a future using your biggest passion and, be accepted by those around you while you earn that future. I can't give you that but, perhaps a word I type somewhere, or a song I write will be the one piece you need to know yourself, be yourself, and make your life great. Not perfect because that is impossible in this world but, with all of the right pieces, you can make a great life for yourself and, for some, one of those pieces is publicly funded financial support.
Were I to be tested now, i would test out of any assistance, not that I need any but, because I can function quite well in society if I must, I would test as not requiring support at all. In truth I have had a lot of support my entire adult life, just not form the government. I was blessed with people patient enough to teach me a good deal of executive skills and, give me tools that help me do those tings in a way I understand.
I will never be a good organizer, I'm doing well to keep each type of canned food in a separate shelf of my pantry and, each type of silver in the correct place in the drawer. but please don't open my refrigerator, something will probably fall out. it is a mess but, I know what is in there and were each item is. no one else could find much in there, my husband can't but I know what is where. And stay out of my bedroom unless you like navigating my maze of cords and shoes and, a set or two of clothing. That's my sanctuary and, with the electric blanket, my guitar and amp and, my keyboard and it's amp in there, it is a bit of a maze of wires. I don't always pick up my dirty clothes each morning so, there might be a few things strewn on the floor and, I never make my bed except when I change my sheets. I also don't do dishes if I can find enough for the next meal without washing anything.
I could hire a maid but then, I'd have to put on my facade while he or she was here and, I don't want to do that every day anymore so, if my home is a mess, so be it, that's me, and I'm okay with it.
Outwardly society praise those who walk to beat of a different drum but, when you actually do it, they loathe you. Not because they actually hate you but, because they are jealous and envious that they lack your will, strength and, courage. They are, on the whole, unhappy with the lives they have, they are playing the common game of deceptions, half truths and, outright lies.
It is a game we on the spectrum recognize all too quickly and easily. The one thing that is honest in our very early years is the one thing we hate instinctively - touch. While it is meant to covey caring, love and acceptance, to us it coveys fear, disgust and, pain. We soon learn that we have no choice but to tolerate it. It is there the cycle of tolerating what we know is wrong or, just wrong for us begins, before we can speak or even walk.
We grow up knowing we don't like a lot of things and, a lot of things hurt us that don't seem to hurt others so, we tolerate those things because we need a home, parents, food, clothing and, can't get it if we risk it all and, stand up for ourselves. By the time we are adults we have forgotten who we really are and come to believe that all tolerance is good, right, correct.
We are wrong at that point, SOME tolerance is good, right and, correct but, not at the expense of ourselves, our peace and comfort. Undoing that learning takes more than some people possess. It takes sacrifices many cannot make. Those are the ones we need to help. The ones that can do it just need the motivation and encouragement to try, and the assurance that, when the storm passes, they will be okay.
I was fortunate to step into a world that accepted me as I was and, taught me how to separate the public game from my private life. A world that taught me how to be myself in private and play the game in public. How to shift gears quickly, and flawlessly. That allowed me to learn who I really was, what I really needed and, wanted. Once I knew that, it was only a matter of finding the path that led to what I needed and wanted. All of that came rather quickly for me, I had it all by the time I was 25.
One might expect that to be enough but, I didn't stop there, I realized I needed to do something to insure what I had built for myself would last the rest of my life, and that that life would be my own, the life I wanted when the lights went down for the last time for me.
Unlike so many of my peers, I didn't live a life of opulent luxury, I saved most of what I earned, knowing the spotlight would not be on me forever and, one day all of the lights would go down for the last time for me. I would be what they call a has been. That day came, I welcomed it I was ready for the chance to stop playing the game every day. I wanted full days, even weeks where I didn't have to play the game even once. I have that now. I can play when I want to but, I don't need to play the game ever again if I choose not to. I have control of my life, my environment and who does what to me.
That is something many of us will never have, something i wish I could give each and every one of us. The scale is, in my opinion trying to take away what small measure of that receiving assistance gives so many that may communicate relatively well and be fully capable of caring for themselves in a private world yet cannot play the game well enough to insure any acceptable future at all for themselves.
If I could, I would give every one of us the opportunities and people I have now and have had in the past. The chance to earn a future using your biggest passion and, be accepted by those around you while you earn that future. I can't give you that but, perhaps a word I type somewhere, or a song I write will be the one piece you need to know yourself, be yourself, and make your life great. Not perfect because that is impossible in this world but, with all of the right pieces, you can make a great life for yourself and, for some, one of those pieces is publicly funded financial support.
Were I to be tested now, i would test out of any assistance, not that I need any but, because I can function quite well in society if I must, I would test as not requiring support at all. In truth I have had a lot of support my entire adult life, just not form the government. I was blessed with people patient enough to teach me a good deal of executive skills and, give me tools that help me do those tings in a way I understand.
I will never be a good organizer, I'm doing well to keep each type of canned food in a separate shelf of my pantry and, each type of silver in the correct place in the drawer. but please don't open my refrigerator, something will probably fall out. it is a mess but, I know what is in there and were each item is. no one else could find much in there, my husband can't but I know what is where. And stay out of my bedroom unless you like navigating my maze of cords and shoes and, a set or two of clothing. That's my sanctuary and, with the electric blanket, my guitar and amp and, my keyboard and it's amp in there, it is a bit of a maze of wires. I don't always pick up my dirty clothes each morning so, there might be a few things strewn on the floor and, I never make my bed except when I change my sheets. I also don't do dishes if I can find enough for the next meal without washing anything.
I could hire a maid but then, I'd have to put on my facade while he or she was here and, I don't want to do that every day anymore so, if my home is a mess, so be it, that's me, and I'm okay with it.