Part of my story: For years I had had to close out the world. Why? After a truck impacted on my vehicle in 1991 one result was I had no memory. A second result was that my mind was left in the 'clouds' which I mus admit was not so bad at the time. Third result we as a family were not where we were going. Our lives were travelling around on the show grounds while I painted faces along with at times bodies and / sold balloons. Either way this seems a frivolous way of life to many people meanwhile we,as a family were free to travel around much of Australia and totally have a ball. What in fact it did on the subliminal level was we had found a family within the core of the show grounds travellers.
High Functioning Autistic peoples have an unseen advantage over many people. As they reach towards their 50's many of the things that kept them within the 'normality' groups such as morgages, parntenrs, spouses and or children have altered. So too have their own beliefs. Thing is they still have that child within them.That is what makes them the clown of the party, the persn who quietly gives an innocent cuddle and moves on through the crowd. There are people who give pity as they percieve that this person is always alone, Different and alone. Well yes in a big way this is so true. Autism means alone. Not Isolated. Although sometimes to cope isolation becomes a friend as well.
Now think about it what are the rest of the population actually doing as they approach their mid fouties and beyond. If they are still working the retirement word will be making them panic. Run for cover or learn new coping skills. Part of this process is the releasing of their own inner child. Scary thought ha? So as the rest of the population is determined to be young again and go find life before they get 'old' they are grappling with the inner childs demands. Guess what us High Fnnctioning Autisics are doing with our inner child. By now we are comfortable with the 'I.C.' [ Inner Child] popping out and playing with the energies of the Universe.
While in my mid twenties my mother told me once that I was still a 'child'. As that child I was able to draw peoples inner child out. Usually as that child just wanted to come out into a safe area and have some fun before lie scared it back into the imprisoned mind of the individual. I must admit I was also doing this for most of my initial working then nursing life before and during that time as well.
At that moment there I was surrounded by a crowd of people all wanting a large ballon filled with air and would you believe confetty. These were sold for $5.00. Add five love hearts ballons and the cost became $10.00. Add small toys like stuffed teddies and so forth and the cost went up a little bit at a time. Since my husband then became out of work dueing that time we started to want to expand on where we were going. Australia was new to us and our family small. We had the travel bug, the time, the vehicles, a steady source of income [ we thought] Then we paid for seventy five agricultural and Paatral shows way up in the top end of Queensland, west of Temora in New South Wales and I think the Broadmeadows [?] and as far south as Gelong in Victoria.
I also learned that I needed to 'cloke' myself. Put rotections in place enabling my inner self not to be drained. The very first place I worked in was a grocery store run by an Italian. My best friend was in the other grocery store run by an Indian couple. Between these two familes they taught me to give value and have fun ... Which of course meant that in 1972 often the ice creams had smiley faces on them and we charged more. People did not mind as they were happy to have a happy face look at them. [even if they themselves the bit the head off!] Then I went into a toyshop. This gentleman owner taught me to talk to the customers.After that was the chemist shop. Between the next few chemist shops I learned to place the social worth and the child within into business management and people handing. Next was the Nursing.
In between were the various helath related and business related education practices and courses. People of authencity came and went through my life. Swammi Ackundanada helped through his wisdom, teachings and instructions.
And then life stopped.
The accident isolated not only who I was from myself it took away from my then husband and our children that person of whom they new. Leaving behind a person who happy played in the clouds within her mind. These clouds were protection from pain. And yes reality as well.Over the years I have been catfished... the side effect of having a 'friend' of many faces is that I learned to feel pain, happiness, freedom of thought while allowing myself to learn about life, laughter, Love, Learning values and Leniency. From these came the desire to want to change. To travel the path of many colors means to 'I Act On' the forgiveness of others, of Your own God... as well as the forgiveness of self. Plus to accept the skills, gifts and talents you have. Harvest and resow the ground that these came from.
That there is the essence of my avatar. The isolated peoples whose inner child needs to be safe,comfortable, happy and escape that imprisoned place of never never for just a glimpse of what could and should be. SFM and DEA have given me the chance to return many things I had simply forgotten I even had. Or had tried to hide away those things that people needed most and that I possibly had to share.
This is my story. This my friend is my avatar..
High Functioning Autistic peoples have an unseen advantage over many people. As they reach towards their 50's many of the things that kept them within the 'normality' groups such as morgages, parntenrs, spouses and or children have altered. So too have their own beliefs. Thing is they still have that child within them.That is what makes them the clown of the party, the persn who quietly gives an innocent cuddle and moves on through the crowd. There are people who give pity as they percieve that this person is always alone, Different and alone. Well yes in a big way this is so true. Autism means alone. Not Isolated. Although sometimes to cope isolation becomes a friend as well.
Now think about it what are the rest of the population actually doing as they approach their mid fouties and beyond. If they are still working the retirement word will be making them panic. Run for cover or learn new coping skills. Part of this process is the releasing of their own inner child. Scary thought ha? So as the rest of the population is determined to be young again and go find life before they get 'old' they are grappling with the inner childs demands. Guess what us High Fnnctioning Autisics are doing with our inner child. By now we are comfortable with the 'I.C.' [ Inner Child] popping out and playing with the energies of the Universe.
While in my mid twenties my mother told me once that I was still a 'child'. As that child I was able to draw peoples inner child out. Usually as that child just wanted to come out into a safe area and have some fun before lie scared it back into the imprisoned mind of the individual. I must admit I was also doing this for most of my initial working then nursing life before and during that time as well.
At that moment there I was surrounded by a crowd of people all wanting a large ballon filled with air and would you believe confetty. These were sold for $5.00. Add five love hearts ballons and the cost became $10.00. Add small toys like stuffed teddies and so forth and the cost went up a little bit at a time. Since my husband then became out of work dueing that time we started to want to expand on where we were going. Australia was new to us and our family small. We had the travel bug, the time, the vehicles, a steady source of income [ we thought] Then we paid for seventy five agricultural and Paatral shows way up in the top end of Queensland, west of Temora in New South Wales and I think the Broadmeadows [?] and as far south as Gelong in Victoria.
I also learned that I needed to 'cloke' myself. Put rotections in place enabling my inner self not to be drained. The very first place I worked in was a grocery store run by an Italian. My best friend was in the other grocery store run by an Indian couple. Between these two familes they taught me to give value and have fun ... Which of course meant that in 1972 often the ice creams had smiley faces on them and we charged more. People did not mind as they were happy to have a happy face look at them. [even if they themselves the bit the head off!] Then I went into a toyshop. This gentleman owner taught me to talk to the customers.After that was the chemist shop. Between the next few chemist shops I learned to place the social worth and the child within into business management and people handing. Next was the Nursing.
In between were the various helath related and business related education practices and courses. People of authencity came and went through my life. Swammi Ackundanada helped through his wisdom, teachings and instructions.
And then life stopped.
The accident isolated not only who I was from myself it took away from my then husband and our children that person of whom they new. Leaving behind a person who happy played in the clouds within her mind. These clouds were protection from pain. And yes reality as well.Over the years I have been catfished... the side effect of having a 'friend' of many faces is that I learned to feel pain, happiness, freedom of thought while allowing myself to learn about life, laughter, Love, Learning values and Leniency. From these came the desire to want to change. To travel the path of many colors means to 'I Act On' the forgiveness of others, of Your own God... as well as the forgiveness of self. Plus to accept the skills, gifts and talents you have. Harvest and resow the ground that these came from.
That there is the essence of my avatar. The isolated peoples whose inner child needs to be safe,comfortable, happy and escape that imprisoned place of never never for just a glimpse of what could and should be. SFM and DEA have given me the chance to return many things I had simply forgotten I even had. Or had tried to hide away those things that people needed most and that I possibly had to share.
This is my story. This my friend is my avatar..
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