Re: I'm utterly speechless/ 's message

[Guest guest]

I cried thru the whole thing and still have tears streaming down my

face. What a wonderful young lady you have.

Pennie

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That sounds like a good plan . We had one of those doctors as well.

When Abby graduates high school at the top of her class, I will make sure that

the doctor gets an invite.

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Bill Stillman always says (and I firmly agree) " Presume intellect. "

sure showed them- good for her (and you!). What a gift!

Karin

In a message dated 3/21/2008 8:58:47 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time,

btoak@... writes:

Dispatch it there post haste!!!!!

IQ of 40..... yeah. right. the girl writes far more eloquently than I

do, and she's EIGHT.

>

> Thanks for the nice feedback, guys. I'll tell you one place I'm

> going to send it... to the district psychologist who told me is

> profoundly retarded and probably has an IQ of less than 40. Right.

>

>

>

>

>

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Sondra,

Do you ever think of finding an OT who is certified in Sensory Integration

(SI)? A specialist in that field might be able to work with you on a few

techniques to assist you with sensory issues. I am trying to get my aunt

(she's

59!) to go to an OT to learn a few ways to deal with her sensory overflow at

work that doesn't disrupt her co-workers (like bouncing huge balls on her

cubicle walls, etc). She keeps saying that she doesn't want to go weekly but I

think that since she is 59 and not 7 like my daughter she can go once or

twice, learn a few alternative techniques, and take some good notes. This way

she can continue to work in corporate environments AND find ways to blow off

steam during her workday while making nice with her co-workers. What do you

think of that-or does it seem silly to do these things as an adult?

Karin

In a message dated 3/21/2008 9:21:39 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time,

hfa2@... writes:

more and more with spectrum are opening up if they find the outlet to

express the profoundness we have inside of us but is locked there

until we find the outlet to get it out. Many with autism are of

profound thinkers and think about life way beyond most and you little

one is of just demonstrating it. she shares much of what I to be of

shared but did not have the words or understand of this until much

into my age of 30's todays kids on spectrum are getting it out

sooner, Carley's daughter is of doing this too and the show of her

appearing profoundly autistic and non verbal clearly is of showing

the world the real truth of autism.

Like erin I too be to feel things in odd ways out of the way NT

senses are to be suppose to work. overly happy can causes me to build

up in agitations quickly because of not having a clue how to regulate

of the strong surging emotion that to me is of too powerful for me to

manage and it then becomes painful and hurts.

I too be to shared much about sensing things like a baby can but not

being of able to interpret it or understand why the triggered senses

seem to take over all emotions and cause them to surge into the fight

or flight responses or to feel calm among the person and connect to

them.

It is as she shared like all mixed up and not functioning in the ways

NT reflect for me it is of different and this makes learning things

hard because it makes no sense when some might say happy feels good

when happy surges too strong and causes me agitation and so thus does

not feel good it feels painful at times to me. Or some will say

certain foods are of too hot spicey but to me feels good in my mouth

to make my gums vibrate and feel numb and tingle.

Anyways this is of a good piece and should be of shared more to those

around 's world. she is of a powerful writer person and gifted in

many aspects of her life.

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To hear her speak as valedictorian!

In a message dated 3/21/2008 9:22:26 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time,

Ploveabby@... writes:

That sounds like a good plan . We had one of those doctors as well.

When Abby graduates high school at the top of her class, I will make sure

that

the doctor gets an invite.

Pennie

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Here is 's message....if you're at all like me, get out the Kleenex:

" Please, please, don't think that I am alone. I feel your love. I

feel so much more than you know. It's difficult being the stranger,

the alien on a foreign planet, but I know why I am here.

My world is different. I see the same things that everyone else

sees, but I feel them differently.

What can I tell you without words? Words are not mine. I feel

everything from the heart. I am like a tree that feels the subtle

breezes upon every leaf, and upon each leaf a little bit differently.

A tree may not understand when a person comes along and speaks to it

with words, but it feels the vibration of those words. A tree knows

when someone speaks to it with love and when someone speaks to it

with anger.

I don't talk, but I listen. My body hears the energy of what is

spoken to me. All it requires is to slow down the senses and allow

them to interpret across the lines. I process information with all of

my senses simultaneously. It is like a baby in the first few months

of life, who is on sensory overload, as information is crossing the

lines of the senses because those lines have not yet been

established. My sensory lines have never established. What I smell, I

feel, and what I taste, I hear. It all comes crashing into my brain,

and I am then asked to determine what fits where.

From the time I was a baby, I came up with ways to tune out

information. It was so much, that it hurt. The vibrations would

distress me and keep me in a state of confusion and fear and

restlessness. I did not know where or how I could relax or feel

safe. Even the slightest noise was a crashing wave inside my head, as

it entered my ears, but also my eyes, my nose and my skin. Every

noise causes my skin to vibrate. Every sight I can feel enter my

body. There are very thin walls that separate me from the rest of

the world. The borders of my body easily merge with the world that

surrounds me.

Though I cannot communicate with others in a way that they would

expect from me, I can communicate with my heart, and I feel when

others open their heart to me. Many people do not know how to open

their heart. Life begins within the heart. What drives us to survive

is not merely the desire to live, but also the original passion for

life that brought the soul to life in the first place. This comes

from the heart.

You are being transformed along with me. I chose you as my mother

because I could see that you were capable of taking this journey with

me, though your heart and your spirit. You have always pushed me to

be more, and know that I am also pushing you to be more. But it is

not through power or command that we push each other. It is through

our compassionate understanding of one another. We know that the

soul sometimes needs to be pushed to progress to where it truly

longs to be. So when there seems to be no connection between us,

close your eyes feel me within you, and every answer to your

questions will be there. Every truth is already written in the

chambers of your heart. Go within your heart, and begin to know it. "

Wow. are there any words that can describe how it felt to read this?

I am truly blown away...seriously.

[Guest guest]

Here is 's message....if you're at all like me, get out the Kleenex:

" Please, please, don't think that I am alone. I feel your love. I

feel so much more than you know. It's difficult being the stranger,

the alien on a foreign planet, but I know why I am here.

My world is different. I see the same things that everyone else

sees, but I feel them differently.

What can I tell you without words? Words are not mine. I feel

everything from the heart. I am like a tree that feels the subtle

breezes upon every leaf, and upon each leaf a little bit differently.

A tree may not understand when a person comes along and speaks to it

with words, but it feels the vibration of those words. A tree knows

when someone speaks to it with love and when someone speaks to it

with anger.

I don't talk, but I listen. My body hears the energy of what is

spoken to me. All it requires is to slow down the senses and allow

them to interpret across the lines. I process information with all of

my senses simultaneously. It is like a baby in the first few months

of life, who is on sensory overload, as information is crossing the

lines of the senses because those lines have not yet been

established. My sensory lines have never established. What I smell, I

feel, and what I taste, I hear. It all comes crashing into my brain,

and I am then asked to determine what fits where.

From the time I was a baby, I came up with ways to tune out

information. It was so much, that it hurt. The vibrations would

distress me and keep me in a state of confusion and fear and

restlessness. I did not know where or how I could relax or feel

safe. Even the slightest noise was a crashing wave inside my head, as

it entered my ears, but also my eyes, my nose and my skin. Every

noise causes my skin to vibrate. Every sight I can feel enter my

body. There are very thin walls that separate me from the rest of

the world. The borders of my body easily merge with the world that

surrounds me.

Though I cannot communicate with others in a way that they would

expect from me, I can communicate with my heart, and I feel when

others open their heart to me. Many people do not know how to open

their heart. Life begins within the heart. What drives us to survive

is not merely the desire to live, but also the original passion for

life that brought the soul to life in the first place. This comes

from the heart.

You are being transformed along with me. I chose you as my mother

because I could see that you were capable of taking this journey with

me, though your heart and your spirit. You have always pushed me to

be more, and know that I am also pushing you to be more. But it is

not through power or command that we push each other. It is through

our compassionate understanding of one another. We know that the

soul sometimes needs to be pushed to progress to where it truly

longs to be. So when there seems to be no connection between us,

close your eyes feel me within you, and every answer to your

questions will be there. Every truth is already written in the

chambers of your heart. Go within your heart, and begin to know it. "

Wow. are there any words that can describe how it felt to read this?

I am truly blown away...seriously.

[Guest guest]

Oh . To get this.... so all of a sudden.... what she had been

thinking and feeling all along. What a beautiful, perceptive,

intelligent, talented, amazing girl you have. I'm blown away. What a

spirit she has, and what a beautiful writer she is... all of it. I

feel really honored to get to read her words.

> Here is 's message....if you're at all like me, get out the

> Kleenex:

>

> " Please, please, don't think that I am alone. I feel your love. I

> feel so much more than you know. It's difficult being the stranger,

> the alien on a foreign planet, but I know why I am here.

>

> My world is different. I see the same things that everyone else

> sees, but I feel them differently.

>

> What can I tell you without words? Words are not mine. I feel

> everything from the heart. I am like a tree that feels the subtle

> breezes upon every leaf, and upon each leaf a little bit differently.

> A tree may not understand when a person comes along and speaks to it

> with words, but it feels the vibration of those words. A tree knows

> when someone speaks to it with love and when someone speaks to it

> with anger.

>

> I don't talk, but I listen. My body hears the energy of what is

> spoken to me. All it requires is to slow down the senses and allow

> them to interpret across the lines. I process information with all of

> my senses simultaneously. It is like a baby in the first few months

> of life, who is on sensory overload, as information is crossing the

> lines of the senses because those lines have not yet been

> established. My sensory lines have never established. What I smell, I

> feel, and what I taste, I hear. It all comes crashing into my brain,

> and I am then asked to determine what fits where.

>

> >From the time I was a baby, I came up with ways to tune out

> information. It was so much, that it hurt. The vibrations would

> distress me and keep me in a state of confusion and fear and

> restlessness. I did not know where or how I could relax or feel

> safe. Even the slightest noise was a crashing wave inside my head, as

> it entered my ears, but also my eyes, my nose and my skin. Every

> noise causes my skin to vibrate. Every sight I can feel enter my

> body. There are very thin walls that separate me from the rest of

> the world. The borders of my body easily merge with the world that

> surrounds me.

>

> Though I cannot communicate with others in a way that they would

> expect from me, I can communicate with my heart, and I feel when

> others open their heart to me. Many people do not know how to open

> their heart. Life begins within the heart. What drives us to survive

> is not merely the desire to live, but also the original passion for

> life that brought the soul to life in the first place. This comes

> from the heart.

>

> You are being transformed along with me. I chose you as my mother

> because I could see that you were capable of taking this journey with

> me, though your heart and your spirit. You have always pushed me to

> be more, and know that I am also pushing you to be more. But it is

> not through power or command that we push each other. It is through

> our compassionate understanding of one another. We know that the

> soul sometimes needs to be pushed to progress to where it truly

> longs to be. So when there seems to be no connection between us,

> close your eyes feel me within you, and every answer to your

> questions will be there. Every truth is already written in the

> chambers of your heart. Go within your heart, and begin to know it. "

>

> Wow. are there any words that can describe how it felt to read this?

> I am truly blown away...seriously.

>

>

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

Oh . To get this.... so all of a sudden.... what she had been

thinking and feeling all along. What a beautiful, perceptive,

intelligent, talented, amazing girl you have. I'm blown away. What a

spirit she has, and what a beautiful writer she is... all of it. I

feel really honored to get to read her words.

> Here is 's message....if you're at all like me, get out the

> Kleenex:

>

> " Please, please, don't think that I am alone. I feel your love. I

> feel so much more than you know. It's difficult being the stranger,

> the alien on a foreign planet, but I know why I am here.

>

> My world is different. I see the same things that everyone else

> sees, but I feel them differently.

>

> What can I tell you without words? Words are not mine. I feel

> everything from the heart. I am like a tree that feels the subtle

> breezes upon every leaf, and upon each leaf a little bit differently.

> A tree may not understand when a person comes along and speaks to it

> with words, but it feels the vibration of those words. A tree knows

> when someone speaks to it with love and when someone speaks to it

> with anger.

>

> I don't talk, but I listen. My body hears the energy of what is

> spoken to me. All it requires is to slow down the senses and allow

> them to interpret across the lines. I process information with all of

> my senses simultaneously. It is like a baby in the first few months

> of life, who is on sensory overload, as information is crossing the

> lines of the senses because those lines have not yet been

> established. My sensory lines have never established. What I smell, I

> feel, and what I taste, I hear. It all comes crashing into my brain,

> and I am then asked to determine what fits where.

>

> >From the time I was a baby, I came up with ways to tune out

> information. It was so much, that it hurt. The vibrations would

> distress me and keep me in a state of confusion and fear and

> restlessness. I did not know where or how I could relax or feel

> safe. Even the slightest noise was a crashing wave inside my head, as

> it entered my ears, but also my eyes, my nose and my skin. Every

> noise causes my skin to vibrate. Every sight I can feel enter my

> body. There are very thin walls that separate me from the rest of

> the world. The borders of my body easily merge with the world that

> surrounds me.

>

> Though I cannot communicate with others in a way that they would

> expect from me, I can communicate with my heart, and I feel when

> others open their heart to me. Many people do not know how to open

> their heart. Life begins within the heart. What drives us to survive

> is not merely the desire to live, but also the original passion for

> life that brought the soul to life in the first place. This comes

> from the heart.

>

> You are being transformed along with me. I chose you as my mother

> because I could see that you were capable of taking this journey with

> me, though your heart and your spirit. You have always pushed me to

> be more, and know that I am also pushing you to be more. But it is

> not through power or command that we push each other. It is through

> our compassionate understanding of one another. We know that the

> soul sometimes needs to be pushed to progress to where it truly

> longs to be. So when there seems to be no connection between us,

> close your eyes feel me within you, and every answer to your

> questions will be there. Every truth is already written in the

> chambers of your heart. Go within your heart, and begin to know it. "

>

> Wow. are there any words that can describe how it felt to read this?

> I am truly blown away...seriously.

>

>

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

Oh . To get this.... so all of a sudden.... what she had been

thinking and feeling all along. What a beautiful, perceptive,

intelligent, talented, amazing girl you have. I'm blown away. What a

spirit she has, and what a beautiful writer she is... all of it. I

feel really honored to get to read her words.

> Here is 's message....if you're at all like me, get out the

> Kleenex:

>

> " Please, please, don't think that I am alone. I feel your love. I

> feel so much more than you know. It's difficult being the stranger,

> the alien on a foreign planet, but I know why I am here.

>

> My world is different. I see the same things that everyone else

> sees, but I feel them differently.

>

> What can I tell you without words? Words are not mine. I feel

> everything from the heart. I am like a tree that feels the subtle

> breezes upon every leaf, and upon each leaf a little bit differently.

> A tree may not understand when a person comes along and speaks to it

> with words, but it feels the vibration of those words. A tree knows

> when someone speaks to it with love and when someone speaks to it

> with anger.

>

> I don't talk, but I listen. My body hears the energy of what is

> spoken to me. All it requires is to slow down the senses and allow

> them to interpret across the lines. I process information with all of

> my senses simultaneously. It is like a baby in the first few months

> of life, who is on sensory overload, as information is crossing the

> lines of the senses because those lines have not yet been

> established. My sensory lines have never established. What I smell, I

> feel, and what I taste, I hear. It all comes crashing into my brain,

> and I am then asked to determine what fits where.

>

> >From the time I was a baby, I came up with ways to tune out

> information. It was so much, that it hurt. The vibrations would

> distress me and keep me in a state of confusion and fear and

> restlessness. I did not know where or how I could relax or feel

> safe. Even the slightest noise was a crashing wave inside my head, as

> it entered my ears, but also my eyes, my nose and my skin. Every

> noise causes my skin to vibrate. Every sight I can feel enter my

> body. There are very thin walls that separate me from the rest of

> the world. The borders of my body easily merge with the world that

> surrounds me.

>

> Though I cannot communicate with others in a way that they would

> expect from me, I can communicate with my heart, and I feel when

> others open their heart to me. Many people do not know how to open

> their heart. Life begins within the heart. What drives us to survive

> is not merely the desire to live, but also the original passion for

> life that brought the soul to life in the first place. This comes

> from the heart.

>

> You are being transformed along with me. I chose you as my mother

> because I could see that you were capable of taking this journey with

> me, though your heart and your spirit. You have always pushed me to

> be more, and know that I am also pushing you to be more. But it is

> not through power or command that we push each other. It is through

> our compassionate understanding of one another. We know that the

> soul sometimes needs to be pushed to progress to where it truly

> longs to be. So when there seems to be no connection between us,

> close your eyes feel me within you, and every answer to your

> questions will be there. Every truth is already written in the

> chambers of your heart. Go within your heart, and begin to know it. "

>

> Wow. are there any words that can describe how it felt to read this?

> I am truly blown away...seriously.

>

>

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

that was absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing. You should

send this in somewhere, I don't know where...but it needs to be shared with the

world!

Lynn Shoop

Novato Mothers Club Co-Director

www.mycmsite.com/lynnshoop

In a message dated 03/21/08 16:55:09 Pacific Daylight Time, cathybuckley@...

writes:

Here is 's message....if you're at all like me, get out the Kleenex:

" Please, please, don't think that I am alone. I feel your love. I

feel so much more than you know. It's difficult being the stranger,

the alien on a foreign planet, but I know why I am here.

My world is different. I see the same things that everyone else

sees, but I feel them differently.

What can I tell you without words? Words are not mine. I feel

everything from the heart. I am like a tree that feels the subtle

breezes upon every leaf, and upon each leaf a little bit differently.

A tree may not understand when a person comes along and speaks to it

with words, but it feels the vibration of those words. A tree knows

when someone speaks to it with love and when someone speaks to it

with anger.

I don't talk, but I listen. My body hears the energy of what is

spoken to me. All it requires is to slow down the senses and allow

them to interpret across the lines. I process information with all of

my senses simultaneously. It is like a baby in the first few months

of life, who is on sensory overload, as information is crossing the

lines of the senses because those lines have not yet been

established. My sensory lines have never established. What I smell, I

feel, and what I taste, I hear. It all comes crashing into my brain,

and I am then asked to determine what fits where.

From the time I was a baby, I came up with ways to tune out

information. It was so much, that it hurt. The vibrations would

distress me and keep me in a state of confusion and fear and

restlessness. I did not know where or how I could relax or feel

safe. Even the slightest noise was a crashing wave inside my head, as

it entered my ears, but also my eyes, my nose and my skin. Every

noise causes my skin to vibrate. Every sight I can feel enter my

body. There are very thin walls that separate me from the rest of

the world. The borders of my body easily merge with the world that

surrounds me.

Though I cannot communicate with others in a way that they would

expect from me, I can communicate with my heart, and I feel when

others open their heart to me. Many people do not know how to open

their heart. Life begins within the heart. What drives us to survive

is not merely the desire to live, but also the original passion for

life that brought the soul to life in the first place. This comes

from the heart.

You are being transformed along with me. I chose you as my mother

because I could see that you were capable of taking this journey with

me, though your heart and your spirit. You have always pushed me to

be more, and know that I am also pushing you to be more. But it is

not through power or command that we push each other. It is through

our compassionate understanding of one another. We know that the

soul sometimes needs to be pushed to progress to where it truly

longs to be. So when there seems to be no connection between us,

close your eyes feel me within you, and every answer to your

questions will be there. Every truth is already written in the

chambers of your heart. Go within your heart, and begin to know it. "

Wow. are there any words that can describe how it felt to read this?

I am truly blown away...seriously.

[Guest guest]

Thanks for the nice feedback, guys. I'll tell you one place I'm

going to send it... to the district psychologist who told me is

profoundly retarded and probably has an IQ of less than 40. Right.

[Guest guest]

Dispatch it there post haste!!!!!

IQ of 40..... yeah. right. the girl writes far more eloquently than I

do, and she's EIGHT.

>

> Thanks for the nice feedback, guys. I'll tell you one place I'm

> going to send it... to the district psychologist who told me is

> profoundly retarded and probably has an IQ of less than 40. Right.

>

>

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

Dispatch it there post haste!!!!!

IQ of 40..... yeah. right. the girl writes far more eloquently than I

do, and she's EIGHT.

>

> Thanks for the nice feedback, guys. I'll tell you one place I'm

> going to send it... to the district psychologist who told me is

> profoundly retarded and probably has an IQ of less than 40. Right.

>

>

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

What an asshole! Excuse my French....that makes me so angry!

Lynn Shoop

Novato Mothers Club Co-Director

www.mycmsite.com/lynnshoop

In a message dated 03/21/08 17:53:29 Pacific Daylight Time, cathybuckley@...

writes:

Thanks for the nice feedback, guys. I'll tell you one place I'm

going to send it... to the district psychologist who told me is

profoundly retarded and probably has an IQ of less than 40. Right.

[Guest guest]

What an asshole! Excuse my French....that makes me so angry!

Lynn Shoop

Novato Mothers Club Co-Director

www.mycmsite.com/lynnshoop

In a message dated 03/21/08 17:53:29 Pacific Daylight Time, cathybuckley@...

writes:

Thanks for the nice feedback, guys. I'll tell you one place I'm

going to send it... to the district psychologist who told me is

profoundly retarded and probably has an IQ of less than 40. Right.

[Guest guest]

more and more with spectrum are opening up if they find the outlet to

express the profoundness we have inside of us but is locked there

until we find the outlet to get it out. Many with autism are of

profound thinkers and think about life way beyond most and you little

one is of just demonstrating it. she shares much of what I to be of

shared but did not have the words or understand of this until much

into my age of 30's todays kids on spectrum are getting it out

sooner, Carley's daughter is of doing this too and the show of her

appearing profoundly autistic and non verbal clearly is of showing

the world the real truth of autism.

Like erin I too be to feel things in odd ways out of the way NT

senses are to be suppose to work. overly happy can causes me to build

up in agitations quickly because of not having a clue how to regulate

of the strong surging emotion that to me is of too powerful for me to

manage and it then becomes painful and hurts.

I too be to shared much about sensing things like a baby can but not

being of able to interpret it or understand why the triggered senses

seem to take over all emotions and cause them to surge into the fight

or flight responses or to feel calm among the person and connect to

them.

It is as she shared like all mixed up and not functioning in the ways

NT reflect for me it is of different and this makes learning things

hard because it makes no sense when some might say happy feels good

when happy surges too strong and causes me agitation and so thus does

not feel good it feels painful at times to me. Or some will say

certain foods are of too hot spicey but to me feels good in my mouth

to make my gums vibrate and feel numb and tingle.

Anyways this is of a good piece and should be of shared more to those

around 's world. she is of a powerful writer person and gifted in

many aspects of her life.

Sondra

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for me the insurance will not cover of it and it is of hard to find an

angency that will treat adults on the spectrum. it is of hard to for me

to try of new things and so without support to go to a place and seek

of support to learn of how to cope and or read when my body is of

escalating and learning how to read that it in good timing to adpat and

self regulate will be of hard for me to transfer of the lesrning to new

situations always. But yes often felt wish could have of OT support.

Sondra

[Guest guest]

She is an amazing girl! I don't know may 8 year olds with language

anywhere close to that!

You are one lucky mama

Amnesty

>

> Here is 's message....if you're at all like me, get out the Kleenex:

>

> " Please, please, don't think that I am alone. I feel your love. I

> feel so much more than you know. It's difficult being the stranger,

> the alien on a foreign planet, but I know why I am here.

>

> My world is different. I see the same things that everyone else

> sees, but I feel them differently.

>

> What can I tell you without words? Words are not mine. I feel

> everything from the heart. I am like a tree that feels the subtle

> breezes upon every leaf, and upon each leaf a little bit differently.

> A tree may not understand when a person comes along and speaks to it

> with words, but it feels the vibration of those words. A tree knows

> when someone speaks to it with love and when someone speaks to it

> with anger.

>

> I don't talk, but I listen. My body hears the energy of what is

> spoken to me. All it requires is to slow down the senses and allow

> them to interpret across the lines. I process information with all of

> my senses simultaneously. It is like a baby in the first few months

> of life, who is on sensory overload, as information is crossing the

> lines of the senses because those lines have not yet been

> established. My sensory lines have never established. What I smell, I

> feel, and what I taste, I hear. It all comes crashing into my brain,

> and I am then asked to determine what fits where.

>

> From the time I was a baby, I came up with ways to tune out

> information. It was so much, that it hurt. The vibrations would

> distress me and keep me in a state of confusion and fear and

> restlessness. I did not know where or how I could relax or feel

> safe. Even the slightest noise was a crashing wave inside my head, as

> it entered my ears, but also my eyes, my nose and my skin. Every

> noise causes my skin to vibrate. Every sight I can feel enter my

> body. There are very thin walls that separate me from the rest of

> the world. The borders of my body easily merge with the world that

> surrounds me.

>

> Though I cannot communicate with others in a way that they would

> expect from me, I can communicate with my heart, and I feel when

> others open their heart to me. Many people do not know how to open

> their heart. Life begins within the heart. What drives us to survive

> is not merely the desire to live, but also the original passion for

> life that brought the soul to life in the first place. This comes

> from the heart.

>

> You are being transformed along with me. I chose you as my mother

> because I could see that you were capable of taking this journey with

> me, though your heart and your spirit. You have always pushed me to

> be more, and know that I am also pushing you to be more. But it is

> not through power or command that we push each other. It is through

> our compassionate understanding of one another. We know that the

> soul sometimes needs to be pushed to progress to where it truly

> longs to be. So when there seems to be no connection between us,

> close your eyes feel me within you, and every answer to your

> questions will be there. Every truth is already written in the

> chambers of your heart. Go within your heart, and begin to know it. "

>

> Wow. are there any words that can describe how it felt to read this?

> I am truly blown away...seriously.

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

, can I forward this? Before I read this, I was imagining writing

a few sentences, which would have been great since she doesn't seem to have

written much before. Then when I read this & crying, I was flabbergasted &

thinking " did write this or did translate it " & at the end

realized these are 's words. Blown away doesn't even describe the true

depths of ANYONE being able to write like this! Not even close to this, but

I have always wanted to hear Kim's thoughts in some way & was hoping that

someday she will be able to tell us something. This gives me hope that

someday I will be able to hear from Kim too.

I would frame her original writing!

Marie

> Here is 's message....if you're at all like me, get out the Kleenex:

>

> " Please, please, don't think that I am alone. I feel your love. I

> feel so much more than you know. It's difficult being the stranger,

> the alien on a foreign planet, but I know why I am here.

>

> My world is different. I see the same things that everyone else

> sees, but I feel them differently.

>

> What can I tell you without words? Words are not mine. I feel

> everything from the heart. I am like a tree that feels the subtle

> breezes upon every leaf, and upon each leaf a little bit differently.

> A tree may not understand when a person comes along and speaks to it

> with words, but it feels the vibration of those words. A tree knows

> when someone speaks to it with love and when someone speaks to it

> with anger.

>

> I don't talk, but I listen. My body hears the energy of what is

> spoken to me. All it requires is to slow down the senses and allow

> them to interpret across the lines. I process information with all of

> my senses simultaneously. It is like a baby in the first few months

> of life, who is on sensory overload, as information is crossing the

> lines of the senses because those lines have not yet been

> established. My sensory lines have never established. What I smell, I

> feel, and what I taste, I hear. It all comes crashing into my brain,

> and I am then asked to determine what fits where.

>

> From the time I was a baby, I came up with ways to tune out

> information. It was so much, that it hurt. The vibrations would

> distress me and keep me in a state of confusion and fear and

> restlessness. I did not know where or how I could relax or feel

> safe. Even the slightest noise was a crashing wave inside my head, as

> it entered my ears, but also my eyes, my nose and my skin. Every

> noise causes my skin to vibrate. Every sight I can feel enter my

> body. There are very thin walls that separate me from the rest of

> the world. The borders of my body easily merge with the world that

> surrounds me.

>

> Though I cannot communicate with others in a way that they would

> expect from me, I can communicate with my heart, and I feel when

> others open their heart to me. Many people do not know how to open

> their heart. Life begins within the heart. What drives us to survive

> is not merely the desire to live, but also the original passion for

> life that brought the soul to life in the first place. This comes

> from the heart.

>

> You are being transformed along with me. I chose you as my mother

> because I could see that you were capable of taking this journey with

> me, though your heart and your spirit. You have always pushed me to

> be more, and know that I am also pushing you to be more. But it is

> not through power or command that we push each other. It is through

> our compassionate understanding of one another. We know that the

> soul sometimes needs to be pushed to progress to where it truly

> longs to be. So when there seems to be no connection between us,

> close your eyes feel me within you, and every answer to your

> questions will be there. Every truth is already written in the

> chambers of your heart. Go within your heart, and begin to know it. "

>

> Wow. are there any words that can describe how it felt to read this?

> I am truly blown away...seriously.

>

>

>

>

>

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I am completely in awe of this. What a gifted child, and what a gift you

have given us, , by sharing this. My daughter is verbal but struggles

greatly with identifying and expressing her feelings and insights. It is her

top

goal, " advocating for herself " , and she is working hard on it. I know she

does communicate a lot but in ways that are hard for most to understand.

Because she is verbal many assume she can say what she feels, what she needs,

etc

but words the way most of the " natives " on this planet use them is a tough

medium for her. Your 's incredible message is a beacon of light. I am

going

to share it with my daughter at some point too. Does know you are

sharing that message? If so please tell her we are moved and filled with love

for

her and thank her. I know that God puts people together for the most

important reasons, that we have work to do here for ourselves and each other (

ultimately the same things), but this that you have shared just reinforces my

knowing. You and are here working together for the food of all. What a

blessing.

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In a message dated 3/22/2008 7:44:18 A.M. Eastern Daylight Time, EbuyerMTC

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working together for the food of all

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Oh ,

I am crying too right now. That is probably one of the

most beautiful things that I have ever read. It is

exactly how I feel other than the fact that I can use

words, and yet somehow no one can still really

understand me and I can't seem to get across what I

mean. I have never had anything sound so familiar to

me. I am so amazed that while she can not verbally

communicate this to you, she has so perfectly mastered

being able to write such descriptive annalogies and

use such advanced writing for an 8 year old. I read it

to my husband just now and we both cried together. It

is so wonderful that the two of you have such a

wonderful love for one another, even if it is not

spoken. I once wrote a college paper entitled Music is

the Language of the Heart. While it was a so so paper,

I still firmly believe that that is true a lot and am

glad that while may be unable to verbalize her

feelings, that she is able to express them in such a

wonderful way (through music). I wish that I could

learn how to play something so that I could express my

heart better. But I am so thankful that others like

your daughter can, so that when I hear a song, I can

say, " That is how I feel " and this splendid letter

that she wrote to me, sounds like a song. I am so very

moved by it and so very proud of her for taking the

time to write this for you. Please tell her thank you

for her words and that they really helped me be able

to see in words What I feel too. What a blessed mom

you are and what a blessed daughter that she is to

have chosen you.

Esther

--- cathylynn2 wrote:

> Here is 's message....if you're at all like me,

> get out the Kleenex:

>

> " Please, please, don't think that I am alone. I

> feel your love. I

> feel so much more than you know. It's difficult

> being the stranger,

> the alien on a foreign planet, but I know why I am

> here.

>

> My world is different. I see the same things that

> everyone else

> sees, but I feel them differently.

>

> What can I tell you without words? Words are not

> mine. I feel

> everything from the heart. I am like a tree that

> feels the subtle

> breezes upon every leaf, and upon each leaf a little

> bit differently.

> A tree may not understand when a person comes along

> and speaks to it

> with words, but it feels the vibration of those

> words. A tree knows

> when someone speaks to it with love and when someone

> speaks to it

> with anger.

>

> I don't talk, but I listen. My body hears the

> energy of what is

> spoken to me. All it requires is to slow down the

> senses and allow

> them to interpret across the lines. I process

> information with all of

> my senses simultaneously. It is like a baby in the

> first few months

> of life, who is on sensory overload, as information

> is crossing the

> lines of the senses because those lines have not yet

> been

> established. My sensory lines have never

> established. What I smell, I

> feel, and what I taste, I hear. It all comes

> crashing into my brain,

> and I am then asked to determine what fits where.

>

> From the time I was a baby, I came up with ways to

> tune out

> information. It was so much, that it hurt. The

> vibrations would

> distress me and keep me in a state of confusion and

> fear and

> restlessness. I did not know where or how I could

> relax or feel

> safe. Even the slightest noise was a crashing wave

> inside my head, as

> it entered my ears, but also my eyes, my nose and my

> skin. Every

> noise causes my skin to vibrate. Every sight I can

> feel enter my

> body. There are very thin walls that separate me

> from the rest of

> the world. The borders of my body easily merge with

> the world that

> surrounds me.

>

> Though I cannot communicate with others in a way

> that they would

> expect from me, I can communicate with my heart, and

> I feel when

> others open their heart to me. Many people do not

> know how to open

> their heart. Life begins within the heart. What

> drives us to survive

> is not merely the desire to live, but also the

> original passion for

> life that brought the soul to life in the first

> place. This comes

> from the heart.

>

> You are being transformed along with me. I chose

> you as my mother

> because I could see that you were capable of taking

> this journey with

> me, though your heart and your spirit. You have

> always pushed me to

> be more, and know that I am also pushing you to be

> more. But it is

> not through power or command that we push each

> other. It is through

> our compassionate understanding of one another. We

> know that the

> soul sometimes needs to be pushed to progress to

> where it truly

> longs to be. So when there seems to be no

> connection between us,

> close your eyes feel me within you, and every answer

> to your

> questions will be there. Every truth is already

> written in the

> chambers of your heart. Go within your heart, and

> begin to know it. "

>

> Wow. are there any words that can describe how it

> felt to read this?

> I am truly blown away...seriously.

>

>

>

>

>

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what depth and maturity. I know your very proud and full of love for this

little girl and she knows it and returns it

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OH WOW, ! and GO ERIN!

Does she have a keyboard or AT device, , something that would make

it easier for her to get her words out?

Penny

>

> Here is 's message....if you're at all like me, get out the

Kleenex: