Re: I'm utterly speechless/ 's message

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Where do you live?

Karin

In a message dated 3/21/2008 11:26:06 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time,

hfa2@... writes:

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

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Marie,

agreed to me posting it on our list, but I'll ask her about

forwarding it, ok? I've already laminated the original, LOL! It's so

funny, too, because my mom is visiting and she just brought me down a

stack of yellowed, tattered papers from my early childhood, including

" essays " that I wrote when I was exactly 's age. It was an

amazing glimpse into my thoughts as a child. Obviously nothing can

compare to 's ability, though. Absolutely mind-blowing.

> , 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

>

> On Fri, Mar 21, 2008 at 4:54 PM, 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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[Guest guest]

Penny,

She does have a keyboard, but has not wonted to use it. She rejected

PECS and any other attempts to facilitate her communication. I think

she chose writing because she wanted me to know it was truly from

her. Does that make sense? Now I have the actual papers with her own

labored scrawl and I can keep it forever. Perhaps she will opt to

type someday. That will certainly be faster and easier.

> 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

>

[Guest guest]

Thanks again everyone for all the nice words about 's message.

I'm sure she is pleased that she has touched you as well, as I

believe that's why she wanted me to post it here.

[Guest guest]

THIS IS SO AMAZING!!!! REALLY GENIUS! What a gift of joy, hope, love.

Tell that I say " You have a book in you to write to share with the

world " . : )

Shanna ('s mom)

>

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

Kleenex:

>>

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I'm happy if you work for the food of all! LOL

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

writes:

working together for the food of all

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[Guest guest]

WOW!! Let us know if she's okay with us sharing it, I'd love to print

it for Allie to read. Where did she learn such big words????

Debi

[Guest guest]

WOW!! Let us know if she's okay with us sharing it, I'd love to print

it for Allie to read. Where did she learn such big words????

Debi

[Guest guest]

She said it's ok, but I think she just wants us to " keep it in the

family " , if you know what I mean. As for the words, she reads a lot

and watches Jeopardy every night LOL

> WOW!! Let us know if she's okay with us sharing it, I'd love to print

> it for Allie to read. Where did she learn such big words????

>

> Debi

>

>

[Guest guest]

-

Please thank your daughter for allowing you to post this. Let her know that

her letter to you has given me more hope than I thought possible.

TJ

> 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's so really cool. I'm gonna sit down Allie & read it to her in

just a sec.

Debi

>

> > WOW!! Let us know if she's okay with us sharing it, I'd love to print

> > it for Allie to read. Where did she learn such big words????

> >

> > Debi

> >

> >

>

[Guest guest]

That's so really cool. I'm gonna sit down Allie & read it to her in

just a sec.

Debi

>

> > WOW!! Let us know if she's okay with us sharing it, I'd love to print

> > it for Allie to read. Where did she learn such big words????

> >

> > Debi

> >

> >

>

[Guest guest]

,

's letter is incredibly beautiful and profound. She has wisdom far

beyond her tender years. You and she are blessed to have each other.

Pat J.

[Guest guest]

,

's letter is incredibly beautiful and profound. She has wisdom far

beyond her tender years. You and she are blessed to have each other.

Pat J.

[Guest guest]

What a beautiful gift your remarkable daughter has given you. I feel she has

put into words what me daughter would love to say to me but hasn’t quite

gotten there yet. There is always hope, right?

_____

From: Autism_in_Girls

[mailto:Autism_in_Girls ] On Behalf Of cathylynn2

Sent: Friday, March 21, 2008 6:55 PM

To: Autism_in_Girls

Subject: Re: I'm utterly speechless/ 's message

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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Respectfully, , I've never seen an 8 year old girl (I have 3 daughters,

one on the spectrum) capable of expressing themselves like this, or who even

has an awareness of things of this nature. Are you saying your daughter who

just turned 8 actually wrote this, or did she find it on the internet?

ly, I wouldn't suggest taking it to the district pyschologist. I don't

think the district psychologist will believe you if you tell them your

daughter wrote this. It's just unbelievable.

Don

_____

From: Autism_in_Girls

[mailto:Autism_in_Girls ] On Behalf Of cathylynn2

Sent: Friday, March 21, 2008 4:55 PM

To: Autism_in_Girls

Subject: Re: I'm utterly speechless/ 's message

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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Don,

I've rarely seen children who can express themselves musically like

my daughter, either. But they do exist. And there are many children

coming into the world today who are more and more like her. Perhaps

you need to do some more research. Here is an example.

http://www.artakiane.com/akiane_life.htm

ly, I'm surprised and hurt at your response.

> Respectfully, , I've never seen an 8 year old girl (I have 3

> daughters,

> one on the spectrum) capable of expressing themselves like this, or

> who even

> has an awareness of things of this nature. Are you saying your

> daughter who

> just turned 8 actually wrote this, or did she find it on the internet?

> ly, I wouldn't suggest taking it to the district pyschologist.

> I don't

> think the district psychologist will believe you if you tell them your

> daughter wrote this. It's just unbelievable.

>

>

> Don

>

>

> _____

>

> From: Autism_in_Girls

> [mailto:Autism_in_Girls ] On Behalf Of cathylynn2

> Sent: Friday, March 21, 2008 4:55 PM

> To: Autism_in_Girls

> Subject: Re: I'm utterly speechless/ 's message

>

>

>

> 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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[Guest guest]

Don,

I've rarely seen children who can express themselves musically like

my daughter, either. But they do exist. And there are many children

coming into the world today who are more and more like her. Perhaps

you need to do some more research. Here is an example.

http://www.artakiane.com/akiane_life.htm

ly, I'm surprised and hurt at your response.

> Respectfully, , I've never seen an 8 year old girl (I have 3

> daughters,

> one on the spectrum) capable of expressing themselves like this, or

> who even

> has an awareness of things of this nature. Are you saying your

> daughter who

> just turned 8 actually wrote this, or did she find it on the internet?

> ly, I wouldn't suggest taking it to the district pyschologist.

> I don't

> think the district psychologist will believe you if you tell them your

> daughter wrote this. It's just unbelievable.

>

>

> Don

>

>

> _____

>

> From: Autism_in_Girls

> [mailto:Autism_in_Girls ] On Behalf Of cathylynn2

> Sent: Friday, March 21, 2008 4:55 PM

> To: Autism_in_Girls

> Subject: Re: I'm utterly speechless/ 's message

>

>

>

> 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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[Guest guest]

I asked you a question, , in order to clarify and I don't know why but

you didn't answer.

I don't know why you'd be " hurt " by my response, either. It's pretty

unbelievable that an 8 year old wrote that. Most everyone who replied

expressed the same astonishment. I wasn't calling you a liar, I asked you to

clarify.

Don

_____

From: Autism_in_Girls

[mailto:Autism_in_Girls ] On Behalf Of cathylynn2

Sent: Monday, March 24, 2008 5:23 AM

To: Autism_in_Girls

Subject: Re: I'm utterly speechless/ 's message

Don,

I've rarely seen children who can express themselves musically like

my daughter, either. But they do exist. And there are many children

coming into the world today who are more and more like her. Perhaps

you need to do some more research. Here is an example.

HYPERLINK

" http://www.artakiane.com/akiane_life.htm " http://www.artakian-e.com/akiane_-

life.htm

ly, I'm surprised and hurt at your response.

> Respectfully, , I've never seen an 8 year old girl (I have 3

> daughters,

> one on the spectrum) capable of expressing themselves like this, or

> who even

> has an awareness of things of this nature. Are you saying your

> daughter who

> just turned 8 actually wrote this, or did she find it on the internet?

> ly, I wouldn't suggest taking it to the district pyschologist.

> I don't

> think the district psychologist will believe you if you tell them your

> daughter wrote this. It's just unbelievable.

>

>

> Don

>

>

> _____

>

> From: HYPERLINK

" mailto:Autism_in_Girls%40yahoogroups.com " Autism_in_Girls@-yahoogroups.-com

> [mailto:HYPERLINK

" mailto:Autism_in_Girls%40yahoogroups.com " Autism_in_Girls@-yahoogroups.-com]

On Behalf Of cathylynn2

> Sent: Friday, March 21, 2008 4:55 PM

> To: HYPERLINK

" mailto:Autism_in_Girls%40yahoogroups.com " Autism_in_Girls@-yahoogroups.-com

> Subject: Re: I'm utterly speechless/ 's message

>

>

>

> 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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> Checked by AVG.

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In a message dated 3/24/2008 10:11:29 A.M. Central Daylight Time,

cathybuckley@... writes:

> I don't know why you'd be " hurt " by my response, either. It's pretty

> unbelievable that an 8 year old wrote that.

i know some kids younger than that whom wrote pretty intense stuff, even

said some pretty intense stuff. there's matty who wrote the heart song books. he

isn't autistic but he suffered disabilities and latter died but wrote

profound messages at a much younger age than 8 from what i understand.

I've met many kids here who meet at their angel's playground meetings here

and they say all sorts of things like that, some of them are autistic as well.

there's some kids meditation circle and the such, and even the news covered

them here locally. there's some folks wrote books about insightful messages

from autistics. there's Autism and the god connection by Stillman who

has a new release called The Soul of Autism: Looking Beyond Labels to Unveil

Spiritual Secrets of the Heart Savants. not that all autistics are the same

or even have the same experiences but many do have experiences such as these,

and people have written books about them, tv specials on A & E and Discovery.

some kids are just regular kids, some are labeled with autism and other stuff

but there are kids that say things that people find stunning, it's not so

rare as you may think, and certainly not unbelievable just not common is all.

tito wrote books called the mind tree poems which many found remarkable and

some others by other folks. i have cd's by Brittany Maier who is autistic and

blind and just played the piano 'out of nowhere' and another two jazz players

that are also autistic. we love their music. but many kids come out with some

extraordinary stuff, and people i guess some label them as different things

depending on their culture and the such. usually eastern folks, and

indigenous folks accept such things as normal whilst the western world it seems

find

such occurrences as unbelievable. people don't believe what they hear coming

out of kids these days even when they say it right in front of them.

we're going to an intuitive summer camp where we'll be spending the time

with kids who talk just like this and do other stuff.

i remember some years back some parents were all in a waiting room with our

kids to be picked up or dropped off to therapy. one mom commented about

seeing all the kids in a dream she had just had, the rest of us piped in each of

us commenting further on her dream as it was a dream we discovered we all had

shared. everyone was stunned. we've had stuff like that happen as well as

kids just knowing things. there's a lot that going on in the world that simply

can't be explained or dismissed as it's happening too often. i remember

sondra's poem about living in a crystal world because i experienced just the

same

kind of thing when i was young. i remembered living in a world just like that

with angels and stuff and looking into this world like a foreign place. but i

didn't discuss it as it just doesn't fit so tidily into how this worked is

supposed to run. but when i read it i broke down and cried because i remember

a time where i lived there too and here was someone else i never met or knew

who just wrote a poem describing a place that once was more real to me than

this place ever can be.

anyhow my nephew spoke to angels and the such long before he died, and as

unbelievable as you may find this too, we all saw them too one day. all of us

did. the day he died. and to protect some of our kids here I'll not disclose

some things they wrote because too many folks teachers and the such dismiss

it as something they must have gotten from TV or someone else. i guess that's

just the way it is. i feel like I've had people in my life that were angels

for sure.

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[Guest guest]

There are kids 's age who are capable of complex math equations,

kids who are capable of complex musical compositions (I think is

one of those), kids who can create art pieces others only dream about

creating, etc. They are in the minority but do exist. is an

incredible musician, it wouldn't surprise me if she's a child genius

who has this nagging thing called autism that probably is responsible

for her genius and struggles all at the same time. How old was Mozart

when he wrote his first composition, like 6 or something like that?

Shoot, I'd be making copies & passing out to anyone would allow,

ESPECIALLY school so-called " professionals. "

Debi

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[Guest guest]

Allie went through a phase last year where she drew angels constantly.

In fact, it was right when she first realized the ability to draw. A

lot of times she would draw a big angel holding the hand of a little

girl & would say the little girl was Allie, herself.

About time she stopped drawing about angels, our doctor's son, also

with autism around the same age, began talking about angels. He would

point to empty places in the room and say there were angels there.

If anyone has legions of angels surrounding them, they are people with

autism. After all, they know their own kind.

Debi

....> anyhow my nephew spoke to angels and the such long before he

died, and as

> unbelievable as you may find this too, we all saw them too one day.

all of us

> did. the day he died. and to protect some of our kids here I'll not

disclose

> some things they wrote because too many folks teachers and the such

dismiss

> it as something they must have gotten from TV or someone else. i

guess that's

> just the way it is. i feel like I've had people in my life that were

angels

> for sure.

>

[Guest guest]

I have to say that recently my daughter, Kayla, has said that she see's her

Nona. (my mom passed a year ago Sunday) It was last week that she said this

and I believe her.

I also wanted to say that I thought it common knowledge that there are

autistic children that are gifted in a way that no one is. I think it is

wonderful that has found her gifts. I wish for all our children to

find their gifts, even if they aren't as amazing as 's. There is no

question in my mind and I think no question is so many others that is

gifted with the profound use of language and music. It is unique but not

unheard of.

Keep writing you give us all hope!!!!!

TJ

>

> Allie went through a phase last year where she drew angels constantly.

> In fact, it was right when she first realized the ability to draw. A

> lot of times she would draw a big angel holding the hand of a little

> girl & would say the little girl was Allie, herself.

>

> About time she stopped drawing about angels, our doctor's son, also

> with autism around the same age, began talking about angels. He would

> point to empty places in the room and say there were angels there.

>

> If anyone has legions of angels surrounding them, they are people with

> autism. After all, they know their own kind.

>

> Debi

>

>

> ...> anyhow my nephew spoke to angels and the such long before he

> died, and as

> > unbelievable as you may find this too, we all saw them too one day.

> all of us

> > did. the day he died. and to protect some of our kids here I'll not

> disclose

> > some things they wrote because too many folks teachers and the such

> dismiss

> > it as something they must have gotten from TV or someone else. i

> guess that's

> > just the way it is. i feel like I've had people in my life that were

> angels

> > for sure.

> >

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

TJ,

sees my grandfather, who passed in 1978. He was very special to

me and we had a wonderful relationship. I was so sad when he got

sick and I still miss him every day. used to look over my

shoulder and smile and laugh at seemingly nothing from the time she

was a baby. My grandfather was so funny and always made me laugh and

would make the funniest faces by taking out his false teeth.

Eventually, when was able to form some words, one time when she

was looking at this " imaginary person " she said " Hiya DOLL! " in a

heavy NY accent. My grandfather was from the Bronx and he always

greeted me that way. would never, ever have known that. That's

when I was positive she was seeing my grandfather. So I'm sure Kayla

is seeing your mom, too! :-)

> I have to say that recently my daughter, Kayla, has said that she

> see's her

> Nona. (my mom passed a year ago Sunday) It was last week that she

> said this

> and I believe her.

>

[Guest guest]

-

I think we all had this ability as infants but as we grew many of us locked

that part our of mind up, but our wonderful children haven't done so and see

everything. I wish Kayla could tell me more then what she does. She tells

me Nona is feeling much better now. I had an interesting thing happen to me

2 weeks ago. I had 1/2 my thyroid removed 3/5 and was recovering in my bed,

when I felt someone sit on my bed. There was no one in my room. I think it

was my mom or someone else in my family. It was a nice feeling. I felt

this same thing while in the recovery area of the hospital. I know there is

someone out there watching for us.

TJ

>

> TJ,

>

> sees my grandfather, who passed in 1978. He was very special to

> me and we had a wonderful relationship. I was so sad when he got

> sick and I still miss him every day. used to look over my

> shoulder and smile and laugh at seemingly nothing from the time she

> was a baby. My grandfather was so funny and always made me laugh and

> would make the funniest faces by taking out his false teeth.

> Eventually, when was able to form some words, one time when she

> was looking at this " imaginary person " she said " Hiya DOLL! " in a

> heavy NY accent. My grandfather was from the Bronx and he always

> greeted me that way. would never, ever have known that. That's

> when I was positive she was seeing my grandfather. So I'm sure Kayla

> is seeing your mom, too! :-)

>

>

>

>

>

> > I have to say that recently my daughter, Kayla, has said that she

> > see's her

> > Nona. (my mom passed a year ago Sunday) It was last week that she

> > said this

> > and I believe her.

> >

>

>