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You are so right autism is more than likely acompany with other issue .I have never heard of a whole family having it. God bless your mom. I have four other kids and only the one has it thank god, it was so hard getting him help, he did not start talking till he was five years old and could not feed his self till around then either, he only slept around 3 hours out of 24, one time I was driving down the road and he open the door his brother had to hold him by his diaper so he went fall out on the highway, he copies every thing he see good and bad we have to really watch what he see. by the time we paid for all of his speech and occupational therapy, plus daily living classes and other stuff it cost around 40,000 this was about 13 years ago. It was money well spent he is in a normal class room and no one know he has it unless they know what signs they are looking for. He is very gifted in music and loves to read and write stories. In fact I think I will post the story it is going to be in the paper.
Autism has labeled me my whole life. Autism made world belittle me but lets not get to down because autism did affect me but it does not define me. It just confines me in my mind a P.O.D. - a Prisoner of my disease- because only thing I heard from 1st grade – 6th grade was belittling teachers rather than help me, we get to that later, all the teacher that over looked didn’t get mentioned. The few teachers that weren’t sty in my eye, thanks for the help. They gave me a virus called low self esteem. Low self esteem mixed with autism made me feel like waste of world.
Now I was faceless swagger list, trapped farther in my cage who momma come to the rescues when no one else would but child didn’t cry when he enter <> only a thumb in baby mouth to soften the pain. So God didn’t give me any sympathy but he didn’t he know I was a P.O.D., we couldn’t shed tears. I couldn’t tell them either until they seen a boy sit in a desk from 7 to 3:30 but wasn’t learn anything at all. You think that word to cruel but you don’t know how it feels to sit in a classroom trying to learn but you can’t learn, now that make you feel like feces. Now they study me like animal, they watch every move like an animal. They huddle up and analyze me. In the end they slap me with a label that says autism on my back. They just identified the problem; they weren’t trying to help me. They said “put him in the class that don’t learn nothing”. My momma replied “put him in the class that learns stuff”, no offense to people in class that don’t learn anything but baby’s going to be president”. See momma was lawyer in the court of diseased, I was still trapped my cages but my eyes were my TV. I applauds from my cage when momma used to argue for me and when my brother used to look out for me. Men miss them days when they used look out for me. They didn’t care for me so didn’t struggle so agree to my momma demand. I wander through first through grades until Ms. Randolph came. At first she couldn’t reach me, she was only tapping to me but different taps makes a language and through that language. She shows me beyond the cage but she didn’t unlock the door. My fourth grade teacher gave me the key. It Unlock the cage but what would I do with my new found voice? What turn will I make in my life but instead of even use it; I stay inside the cage and perfect my art that my fifth grade teacher gave me. It was no longer a belittling entrapment but a home that brought me clarity for moments. I didn’t get enjoy for long thou middle school came and I was kick off the top of the mountain. In middle school thou it was different but the same thing women or men follow me around guide me from trouble. See being Antics maid everybody shields from the truth and dangers. Even thou it help me again also hurt me because in high school they didn’t care if you was blue , purple or slow, dumb either your going to pass or not. See I had man help me the whole way. I hated it but facts our facts and I have got usage to it now. So I didn’t know what pit fall to watch out for but you know what I am glad that it happens because the cripple get wheelchair and someone to push it. I am not crippled, so I need to learn how to walk on my own two feet. High school was a circus and I watch all the attraction. See all freshman year school was a babysitter to me. I didn’t even work or even play sports. See that man on side of me no my conches was not there. It was like going into battle wit no shield but I didn’t want one. My home was far away like a cage animal let free run to my kind and I forgot the old life like zoo was only a dream. I took summer school and barely passed but the tough love wasn’t over. I volunteer my summer to work for shoe money and again was left alone but this time I want to prove myself ready to be left alone. It was hard with my granddaddy, he except perfect cleaning. It was amazing how examine ever little thing spot the smallest mistake. See get money was not important to me. I want became reliably and perfection. Were I didn’t have to relay on a men, I Just could get the job done. I bought my own school clothe and school shoe. I thought I was the man but old habit just don’t disappear they just lurk in the back of your mind, No there waiting for you to slip back into your old ways. School comes back around and so does my demon. See when think ready your, your not ready it when don’t say it when your ready. Who knew a chubby white English teacher would save me. See to me she wasn’t an English teacher or chubby. She was Mr. MiyagI or wise men of a tribe. See told me to write a peace. Not knowing that it would mirage Thomas and chunk together to make Thomas Baltimore Reynolds the man. See to make this writing peace. I would have to travel back to the cage. It was colluder with ideas but still organize. I met Thomas the calm opinionated deep thought save the world. He gave my first classic piece mommas boy. I begin to stay in the library, read his books and write my own books but didn’t want to be trap in the cage. So just like Ms. Randolph I show him the beyond and that when my mind became one and finally I was really free to roam it. O yeah call me vein but knew had gift so had to share it. So I ran to the wise women. I except good job you should go college for it but what I got. Thomas you should do this and that. Hoonah someone beside my mother care. She begin in courage me not like other adult that seen as antics just a civilian never warrior. She treats me as an equal person and prodigy. Everything I gave her, bad or good she read it and gave me ways to improve it. School no longer a dreaded it place now development and learning. See she hone my skill and gave person that I could talk about writing and not be to busy or just don’t care. She was a true teacher and friend so dedicate this peace to all the teacher and people that have help me as person and a dreamer. See as antics kid, the world put you behind the 8-ball only select few us get chance to get from behind it. Get it, so don’t be like others dropout and not do <anything> with there life because were not like other were different like the x-men but best like the x-men and we represent the proud the few the antic.
thomas reynolds
I know his grammar is not prefect but this is his writing style
Autism has labeled me my whole life. Autism made world belittle me but lets not get to down because autism did affect me but it does not define me. It just confines me in my mind a P.O.D. - a Prisoner of my disease- because only thing I heard from 1st grade – 6th grade was belittling teachers rather than help me, we get to that later, all the teacher that over looked didn’t get mentioned. The few teachers that weren’t sty in my eye, thanks for the help. They gave me a virus called low self esteem. Low self esteem mixed with autism made me feel like waste of world.
Now I was faceless swagger list, trapped farther in my cage who momma come to the rescues when no one else would but child didn’t cry when he enter <> only a thumb in baby mouth to soften the pain. So God didn’t give me any sympathy but he didn’t he know I was a P.O.D., we couldn’t shed tears. I couldn’t tell them either until they seen a boy sit in a desk from 7 to 3:30 but wasn’t learn anything at all. You think that word to cruel but you don’t know how it feels to sit in a classroom trying to learn but you can’t learn, now that make you feel like feces. Now they study me like animal, they watch every move like an animal. They huddle up and analyze me. In the end they slap me with a label that says autism on my back. They just identified the problem; they weren’t trying to help me. They said “put him in the class that don’t learn nothing”. My momma replied “put him in the class that learns stuff”, no offense to people in class that don’t learn anything but baby’s going to be president”. See momma was lawyer in the court of diseased, I was still trapped my cages but my eyes were my TV. I applauds from my cage when momma used to argue for me and when my brother used to look out for me. Men miss them days when they used look out for me. They didn’t care for me so didn’t struggle so agree to my momma demand. I wander through first through grades until Ms. Randolph came. At first she couldn’t reach me, she was only tapping to me but different taps makes a language and through that language. She shows me beyond the cage but she didn’t unlock the door. My fourth grade teacher gave me the key. It Unlock the cage but what would I do with my new found voice? What turn will I make in my life but instead of even use it; I stay inside the cage and perfect my art that my fifth grade teacher gave me. It was no longer a belittling entrapment but a home that brought me clarity for moments. I didn’t get enjoy for long thou middle school came and I was kick off the top of the mountain. In middle school thou it was different but the same thing women or men follow me around guide me from trouble. See being Antics maid everybody shields from the truth and dangers. Even thou it help me again also hurt me because in high school they didn’t care if you was blue , purple or slow, dumb either your going to pass or not. See I had man help me the whole way. I hated it but facts our facts and I have got usage to it now. So I didn’t know what pit fall to watch out for but you know what I am glad that it happens because the cripple get wheelchair and someone to push it. I am not crippled, so I need to learn how to walk on my own two feet. High school was a circus and I watch all the attraction. See all freshman year school was a babysitter to me. I didn’t even work or even play sports. See that man on side of me no my conches was not there. It was like going into battle wit no shield but I didn’t want one. My home was far away like a cage animal let free run to my kind and I forgot the old life like zoo was only a dream. I took summer school and barely passed but the tough love wasn’t over. I volunteer my summer to work for shoe money and again was left alone but this time I want to prove myself ready to be left alone. It was hard with my granddaddy, he except perfect cleaning. It was amazing how examine ever little thing spot the smallest mistake. See get money was not important to me. I want became reliably and perfection. Were I didn’t have to relay on a men, I Just could get the job done. I bought my own school clothe and school shoe. I thought I was the man but old habit just don’t disappear they just lurk in the back of your mind, No there waiting for you to slip back into your old ways. School comes back around and so does my demon. See when think ready your, your not ready it when don’t say it when your ready. Who knew a chubby white English teacher would save me. See to me she wasn’t an English teacher or chubby. She was Mr. MiyagI or wise men of a tribe. See told me to write a peace. Not knowing that it would mirage Thomas and chunk together to make Thomas Baltimore Reynolds the man. See to make this writing peace. I would have to travel back to the cage. It was colluder with ideas but still organize. I met Thomas the calm opinionated deep thought save the world. He gave my first classic piece mommas boy. I begin to stay in the library, read his books and write my own books but didn’t want to be trap in the cage. So just like Ms. Randolph I show him the beyond and that when my mind became one and finally I was really free to roam it. O yeah call me vein but knew had gift so had to share it. So I ran to the wise women. I except good job you should go college for it but what I got. Thomas you should do this and that. Hoonah someone beside my mother care. She begin in courage me not like other adult that seen as antics just a civilian never warrior. She treats me as an equal person and prodigy. Everything I gave her, bad or good she read it and gave me ways to improve it. School no longer a dreaded it place now development and learning. See she hone my skill and gave person that I could talk about writing and not be to busy or just don’t care. She was a true teacher and friend so dedicate this peace to all the teacher and people that have help me as person and a dreamer. See as antics kid, the world put you behind the 8-ball only select few us get chance to get from behind it. Get it, so don’t be like others dropout and not do <anything> with there life because were not like other were different like the x-men but best like the x-men and we represent the proud the few the antic.
thomas reynolds
I know his grammar is not prefect but this is his writing style
