Wednesday, October 22, 2014

I am Back

I missed you. I want to tell you what I have been doing. I think I will overwhelm you. Perhaps you will forget some of what the experts say about us. Perhaps you will look at us differently.
My friends understand.  This is for some of you who thought you knew better.
Mostly this is for my friends I haven't met yet, like me. Don't give up.
I will write more... I have my college to attend.

Love,
Emma

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

See You Around The Campus

To all my dear friends and family,
 Maybe I can write a poem to say now the joy and yes terror in my heart for my posting today..

On my birthday,
I say happy birthday to my cake.
On my mother's birthday, I say happy birthday to her face.
On my father's birthday I say happy birthday to his eyes.
On my birthday I sing.









In May I will graduate from my most wonderful school. I will earn a real diploma. A college preparatory diploma.  I will attend the local community college here.  I took the placement tests.  It was terrifying. I had not the ability to communicate in my most comfortable manner. I sat and with my determination to successfully show that I would attend, I completed the test in days of 1hr blocks.
A young autistic non-speaking , more -speaking, woman has been prepared for enrollment in the summer term.  I will begin with online courses as I transition from my loving inclusive school.  I had to learn how to sit through classes. I never went in a class before this school where I had homework and tests and read books that were not for children.  I had to learn that Robinson Crusoe wasn't really stranded.  I never had an English class that defined literature terms.  My mom has been my ambulator.  That is the term I use for when she supports me in typing.  My first year of talking with my hand, that's what I call this, mrs. Nikki was my teacher.  I think she helped me learn that I was smart.  Before then, I just couldn't communicate in a way people understood.  I don't blame people for trying their ways.  I hope they understand now that it just didn't work.  Sometimes people talk differently.  It doesn't mean the language isn't real.

Mrs. Nikki got sick and my most wonderful principal asked mom to take over.  She said I was very capable. She said she believed in me.  She said I needed lots of help learning how to follow classroom rules.  If I could, I should come to classes.  I learned most wonderful things.  How you must take turns speaking. I learned people thought I have a good comedic flair.  I learned people are really nice to me when I tell them I am scared.  I learned i didn't needed to worry about my person as much when people knew I was misunderstanding.  I learned I am nice and do understand other peoples feelings.  I just can't respond in some ways like my classmates.  I know I am disabled but I am thinking my voice is not the disability.
 I am like a young woman with a mind that independently wants to focus on many things simultaneously and can't decide how or which to do first.  I believe that my brain is loaded in all ways of potential intelligible activity and actions to perform functions like thought, speak, hear, feel and more all simultaneously.  how and which is most important?  I am learning now but I still need help.  I decide on times perhaps less important to goals I have. other times I need assistance to focus myself.  it is a new concept for me. I have real independent decisions I make.  never before did I know I could be pushed to answer but say no when I want.  I am no longer a passive student in school.  I actively participate in my education.  I have curriculum and teachers and assignments.  however, I am able to ask questions now.  education is not my teacher's decision only, I participate.


The reason I am writing  today is I have decided to rename  this blog.  In anticipation of my graduation and matriculation to college,  the new name for this blog will be:  Emma's Adventures in College.  We will invite you all to my site when mom and I figure all the details out..


I would like, however, to thank some special people.  Mrs .Kathy and Mrs. Dorothy, I will love you always.  My friend Doris, Jonathan, Dina and my English classmates,  Mrs. Diane and John, Phyllis, Kristin, Mr. Chip and my  Lowes team members, Dr. W. and Davica, my friend Mike, Rabbi and Barbara, Kathy, Rick, Nick and Steele, Sue and Bennett, Stacy and Della, and  Renee as well as my Temple family I love you very much.




I need to say a special thank you to a few people who don't  take compliments well.  Dr.  Kathy knew I was me in 5th grade.  She was the woman that said I was more.  Christine is why I talk.  Angelique showed me how. I had a safe school for when I needed it, thank you Roberta and Laura.  Jackie and Paula give me safety to learn.  Lili is the sister I didn't have. Courtney is the sister I have now. Cousins David and Danny are my new best brothers, Cousin Rachel always knew me.  Omi and all my California family as I love you with all my heart.  I could not have learned to listen except from Dr. Diana and Pam.' I love you. Amy S., you were the first person I could talk to who was like me.  I will never forget it.   my cous Susan is a good friend and I love my uncle Philip.  My life would not be what it is now without Coach z  and PP.  I look forward to our phone calls daily.  I can only thank my mom and dad and now big bro with his wife saying I am proud to say I am a part of this family.


I will end today by saying this:  See you around the campus.  I will. be the one wearing my college tee shirt..

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Shut down

I have  not written a blog posting in a few months. I have been been doing many eventful things.  My brother got married and also a moved all his belongings out of our house that I know as my safe home. I am as happy for him as I can find myself although as autistic can take a while to see my house safe the same way.  Maybe I should explain.  I have a picture brain that is made just like a camera. I see in a picture and then it stays.  I don't change the picture . If I am forced to it hurts me for a while.  Time will help and I do have joy for him.

When I couldn't talk with my hand people thought i didn't understand anything, even what they said right infront of me.  I always did.

Please read my friend Kitt's blog Autistichick.blogspot.com
  She wrote the best post I have ever read.

I will write again soon,
Love, Emma

Monday, November 18, 2013

Today is This is Autism Flash blog Day

Today is special.  Today is This is Autism Flashblog day. I am the happiest, most exhausted autistic young woman I know.  My most wonderful day began when I read my beautiful friend little Emma's first blog post. I know her and her mommy, friend Ariane from emmashopebook.com. I met them. They are real friends, the kind you wish good for only.  This is autism.

Little Emma types rpm. I want to one day. I have a good sense of humor. I told mom I can learn rpm and type more independent. Then she won't  need to carry drumstick around all the time.  This is autism.

I am smart. I love to learn in my classes. Mom holds the drumstick when I type.   She  doesn't teach me, I attend classes.  My economics is well, very overwhelming for mom.  Today I began to teach my most wonderful professor how to type with me.  I was very anxious. I had to let him touch me. Everyone  who knows me knows this is hard.  This is autism.

I went to my work today.  I have worked for school credit for two years.  I will graduate in  may. I typed to my boss that I love my job. I typed today i want pay work. I surprised us both when I said verbally ''I am somebody".  He said to give him two weeks to figure something out.  This is autism.

I am tired but so happy.  This is Autism Flashblog day is a very good day for us all. I believe.
love, Emma S

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Today is a big day for me. Maybe the biggest yet i have had . I am going to train someone at the college to assist me taking the standard test pert. I never took a placement test before and she is new to me.
Have me when you in your own thoughts. Please. Love, emma

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Hello There Expert of Me

Today I read in Facebook post the true report of how more nonverbal boy is able to talk with his hand using iPad.  I love this because  number 1:. More nonverbal people can let their God given voices be heard. Mom says it, laugh,  doesn't matter how you Talk. Just mentionably talk. I say unvoiced people have different ways than people  for speech works. I believe if autistic persons or people with autism whichever prefer ,are to be studied like human beings the experts studying us need language and some manners teaching first.  I read how the expert from Atlanta described autistic people not able to ask personal questions and not being somehow rewarded like pavlovian dogs for speech. I perhaps should comment I read a number of books,  yes I know who skinner was and pavlovs dogs. However, my interest in reciting this is to say that the expert obviously was not concerned that he or she accurate. If perhaps truth was the goal, the expert would speak to the subject in  the person's language of most comfort. it might be the expert learn a few things.
That language may be typing. I type with slight assistance from my mom and dad and Jackie and now i am teaching paula. I say assistance as the synonym for support. I am the one typing. I am the person with the thought. If you took a person who needed help walking would you question whose feet were moving?  I am not insulted if I am singled out in a room for being too verbally loud. But I am furious when a so called expert makes a blanket statement that influences potential people I have never met with more negatives
In conclusion I believe a field trip to Atlanta may be coming to see this expert. I am interested in how  we might get along. I do have a personal question,if I may.... have you any watches that do not come with a sweeping second hand?

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Cry

Today I really wish god would feel sickness of sad people and forget for them have painful feelings are my. I am saying I wish god would evaporate pain for many people so his children didn't cause more hurt in world.
 How I wish for jack his friend not shot. How I so wish my  cousin Tim was here now. I wish my big bro good fortune but not with never with casualties of military.
Autism is my diagnosis. Emma is my name.