|Alone in Autism
It could be said that your little neurons
are short circuiting,
that your chromosome anomaly may not be related,
and you just might be the most beautiful person
on the planet;
but your conception to say the least,
was not immaculate.
Your wires don't connect,
earth's sounds, too profound,
sudden changes make you sick
and the anxiety you eject
is mistaken for just a tantruming brat.
DAN! Doc says you're full of poison,
mercury migrates from head to toes
and you need a seven-year flushing,
but chelation is pricey
and I don't understand all your fussing.
I want to go back
steal the vaccines, contaminated,
your poor black eyes, glaciated.
I'd shut the world down for you boy
bind and gag the clones of Charlie Brown's teacher–
suffocate the horns and sirens
and the distracting roar of monstrous appliances–
I'd paint the sky with coal if the lights were too bright,
give you a hundred flashlights when you were scared.
I'll feed you chicken and fries,
chicken and fries
chicken a-n-d fries,
for the rest of your life
while you sing it over and over
in the tune of "Jingle Bells".
I'd have all your teeth painlessly pulled–
no more spicy paste
or distressing shocks of a toothbrush.
I'll tell you that bald is beautiful
at the hands of the hairdresser
as the blades prick your neck.
I'd rid the earth of the bees and mosquitoes
that stalk you
so you'll never have to lock yourself inside,
you'd never have to cry;
so you'd never be set apart in school
or look another teacher in the eye,
or be threatened that you'll miss recess
if you don't hurry up and do your printing!
If I could,
I'd change my name to Mother Nature;
keep the season for all your days.
No more flip flops one day, boots the next–
here's a sweater and some long, long socks,
no, I think you should wear shorts,
you can't ride your bike today, it's raining!
Just when you figure it out,
it changes again.
I'll come with you to the icy rings of Saturn
and I'll show you just how small is Pluto;
the ship you talk about
that would keep you warm there,
you will build it.
I just wish I could let you sit with lego all day,
without feeling like you're missing out
on more important things...
There is no Rainman;
just a little boy in a world of strange,
sitting on a spectrum
of his own personal genius.
You introduced me to this world,
and I don't understand. I'm afraid.
I'm alone with you my son,
but I will never let go.
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ends kind of suddenly.
Although I typically dismiss rants and self-therapy releases put up to critical boards,
and although this is not yet a poem... the topic is worthy. You know about what you write about. By time and by discarding most of the text, you can make a good poem of this: one with a sensitive social message. For starters, I suggest discarding the H word from the title. It ruins by prescendence, the H word in L1. The finish of your poem is where the poem begins. That's where you might want to work from. Either as the beginning for the poem, or keep it--for the finish, but make all else of that quality.
Line breaks make imports. For instance:
My son--I would take you
just to go see
the icy rings around Saturn
I can't spell "precedence". my bad. Sorry.
thank you kindly
Your new title is perfect! I see new changes in the poem. Great! You are making it so much better. Understate--insinuate when that's possible. Avoid where you can (emotionally, this is hard, I understand) the heavy pronouncments--like: "I will load my weapons once again--- (anywho, how would loading your metphorical "weapons" empower you to take the child on a metaphorical trip to see the icy rings? See, it's sort of a heavy, maladroit mix of metaphor.
I know you are going to make this poem outstanding. I see how you think.
The trap, for all of us who may be so deeply enmeshed in a particular topic...
how to step out and see it as a disinterested reader? Your job is not to plaint to the world, but to charm-to-empathy, all readers who may find their way to this poem.
Catch the essences of the topic. Rope in the reader, to be one with you.
I am grateful, Reid.
I have decided that yes, in time, this will transform into a meaningful poem...funny, when I was writing it last night I hated a lot of things, I didn't care about poetry, I deleted all my poems, didn't want this one to be beautiful, just wanted to be ugly, angry, and sad, as you can see from the ranting in this. I am happy you mentioned the title change, I saw your point exactly, glad you like the new one and the little changes so far.
Thanks for not throwing poop at me for this (I know how people hate these rants here, so I was expecting the apes).
Of course this is poetry... very good poetry.
This is so beautiful and you can really tell the love you have for your son.
This is the first autism piece that speaks of the hearing being so sensitive that it makes it painful to be alive. It's normal to feel guilt but use that energy in getting help. There was a girl who wrote in Readers Digest about how she had to block out the world because she hurt from sounds. A doctor in Europe did something that helped regulate it and she went to college, lives on her own, things are much, much better.
God bless your child.
Thanks to all of you for your comments, brings tears to my eyes...again!
This is far from a rant. This is a beautiful, heartfelt poem.
this is so moving, i think i might cry...
didn't you have more poems before?
i really liked family event log, where did it go?
also, this IS poetry, and noone should have to feel alone.
Thank-you for writing.
well the intention is sincere the rest is goo goo ga ga. I am sure if you condensed it into a 4 line piece of wisdom the effect would be better.
I did have poems here. I hate them all, so I took them down.
I don't expect anyone to understand in real life, so I don't expect it here. Googoogaga...yeah.
Maybe a counselor would be a better person to seek understanding from, rather than a group of poets and critics.
I am sorry for my remarks here, it's not like me to be so defensive. You are right.
what a good oem - straight from the heart - never underestimate the power of the heart.
oem =poem !
I disagree- this IS poetry.
I should consider placing this in an anthology or mag that is likely to reach people in similar circumstances as it would be helpful.
If you wish to write on this subject for generic audiences wait till you are ready to be educative. Inevitably this will come with time.
Make sure you have respite and time to keep yourself active and interested apart from you child. Within the limits of his condition he will be content but if you are depressed or unfulfilled you will not be able to stay the distance.
Good Luck There are many in the same boat and it is they that will help you gain perspective, after anger and blame come acceptance
great awesome orginiality
"unknowns", Isabelle, opal, tanamac, lanezfairy:
Thank you so much for your comforting words. I would like people to know that I did not post this for understanding, or sympathy. I just wanted to share my feelings through these words for others who may relate and/or endure similar challenges. I am very touched, however, by the lovely responses. I have known of my son's Autism for nearly 3yrs, but I went to a support meeting the night I wrote this where a boy with ASD did a presention. I felt like I just found out all over again. It was overwhelming, so thank you all for reading.
Bologna, I appreciate your opinion, and your story, thank you.
L28-31 are outstanding, wonderfully visual. Mentioning outerspace in an Autism peice is metaphorically genial. (my twin nephews are autistic, neither speak.)
you ahave made me cry,guess that means you did your job.
I don't really know what defines a poem but this talks to me in ...hell i don't know what to say, except peace and love to you.
It's educational, but not very good in places. It reads like you would destroy life so your son could feel better. That's over the top. Getting rid of all the bees...there goes many flowers too. Does he enjoy flowers?
I think I may be partially autistic after going through some awful abuses and illnesses. I had sounds get so agonizing after being basically poisoned smoking moldy pot and it sounded like a stadium full of people was yelling at me for almost a week. It hurt unbelievably to not be able to get away in my apartment from the road noise, etc. I'm sober 3+ years but it took that to be. Anyways, something was a presence while I suffered and it seemed to coordinate the experience. It brought up every single experience, it seemed, of suffering I hadn't gotten over and cleared me. When it was done- the massive catharsis, it said you're clear. It was so strange and violating but life-changing, and seemed extraterrestrial. And no, not insane although I agree it sounds like it perhaps. I didn't lose sense of my right and wrong actions or go into delusional choices or anything.
There's a woman named Temple Grandin who is autistic and researches ways to help animals amidst farming conditions and slaughterhouses. She uses a device at home that places pressure on her head for several minutes that makes her feel better. I want that too at times.
I get you about the medications and contaminated synthesized things like some vaccines. There is good that can come of bad though so please don't dam good things just because they frighten or protect themselves, and try to mature your perspective on such. We are in many aspects of war with things hardly understood, good and evil that manifest through humans and others, and I appreciate your awakening rebelliousness. This poem needs time and less opposites of love and hate. My autistic-like states have helped me discover things that have long been hidden, and his may also do great good and he may have karmas etc to balance. Sorry though. Have good faith to your best.
I'm just thinking about it though and I can only imagine how much agony he and others are in. It's a good cue to make things less noisy. I live in an apt and people feel it's their right to play loud music, bass, stomp on upstairs floors, slam doors, speed by outside, etc.- all lacking good humble graces- and when I kindly ask that it be adjusted to nondisturbing levels, I get told I'm too sensitive, ridiculed, hated, etc. The native americans were said to be very quiet normally and I wish for such serenity socially. Things people truly love are not usually blasted and done over the top so it's sort of acting out bad rebellion-destructiveness. They need to especially consider people like your son far better.
We all would be wise to. (It reminds me of cetaceans being deluged with the agonizing navy sonar.)
Thank you Caustic for sharing that. Although i didn't really understand what made you better. I was reassured in your mentioning of Temple, and quite touched by your shared experiences.
I understand when you say that ridding the bees would rid us of some flowers, but who cares? I know this "poem" is over the top, but i cannot do these things in the real world so I found a way to do it through writing. There is no need to think of right or wrong, or consequences, or logic; that is why most of us write. It frees us from the barriers, from judgement, from normalcy. Also, I wasn't damning things like vaccines, I was just wanting to take them back, from my son specifically, as if I could do a trial to see if he never got the MMR, (the most controversial with Therimisol poisoning from 1997-2001), would he be different. Besides, almost all parents with kids with ASD wonder the same thing.
I know that a few of you have mentioned that this poem needs time and maturity, but I must disagree. I know that this is raw and amplified, but that's where we are. In time, and with maturity of myself and my son, I will write an altogether different poem. One that is placid, understated, sensitive and wise, I'm sure. We are not there yet. What a shame it would be to wait until we have all the answers before we write...we would miss out on all the heartfelt emotion and grit that makes us human.
I am very touched by your comments and kind words, and hope you know what I mean in this post, that I'm not being argumentative =)
All the best
and did you know that i had to rewrite that comment three friggin times because I took too long, and I was booted?? How annoying!! I hope it still says what I originally intended. ;-)
i only wish i could wirte with as much passion. this is amazing
I don't understand why it isn't a poem......? it IS surely! It's wonderful, so passionate, I feel completely moved by it. The only thing, I'm not sure I like the ending, but also not sure how u would change it, sorry for not being much help!!! maybe just finish at line 63?? I don't know.
Anyway, very very good. Truthful, from the heart.
passion alone is the greatest form of poetry there is. don't get rid of this poem, it's good.
I just commented on your other poem, and I must say, what a dramatic extreme of emotion you are sharing.
Now you've stirred empathy in me, and I'm a little sad.
That's some darn good writing!
I think I'll re-read the other again (to perk me back up).
Dear unknown (s), thank you. I had quite a few poems up before I wrote this, and because I was so absorbed by my emotions that night, I deleted all the others since they seemed so meaningless compared to what I was feeling at the time. Now, I think I want to turn over a new leaf, and write about other things, in other ways. Thank you so much for your comments.
I get it Jen, but it sucks when others don't and they go out and do harm based on what one writes or gives otherwise as example. (*There are a lot of teens on this site who may act out due to inexperience, etc.) A yellow jacket came and gave me a deeper lesson after I wrote to you. It was cold and cloudy--sound was "louder". It buzzed my ear a little too long and I started to get where you are coming from more fully. When one really suffers, everything seems to lose its value but try not to forget, and you'll have to walk back through your attitudes and choices in this life and beyond (karmically). What the heck is Caustic for?! C is for clair-voyant, sentient, audient, the sea, psy (si), etc. I get the feeling some of these commenters are pumping you, and I agree it isn't good living when one is being too self-censored. I got booted too. Thank you for caring and persevering. Good autumn to you two.
Actually, I just read it again and it's pretty great and educational. -C
Sorry C, I had your name confused with someone else. I guess I do see what you mean about impressionism, but geez, we can't be responsible for other people's insanity or depression. I don't know how old you are, but when I was a teenager I remember some family trying to blame a metal band for their kids' suicide...same idea but it's BS. Your bee episode was interesting, and thank you for knowing what I mean in this poem. My kids and I were outside last night before bed, and my son saw this moth, and boy did he watch it. He was so engrossed, it seemed a car could come racing down the road, and he wouldn't even sense it. He told me it was not a bee, just a moth, and carried on playing.
So, how do you know your sensitive tendencies are Autistic-like? It freaks me out when people know a little about Autism, because I'm usually always explaining it to everyone, sometimes it's hard to do, people just don't know about it. YET.
Thank you for caring.
Red and Gold Regards to you too,
I was raised Christian and while some of its beliefs are a bit shallow and other things completely missing, such as chi, auras, etc., I do very much believe in being "one's brother's keeper", notwithstanding the uni-sexism of the printed (translated) words. I do think a metal band is partly repsonsible if they put out something that doesn't look out enough for those who would hear it. (The adults who have dealt them in and others though much moreso in most cases.) Divide and conquer is one of the simplest, easiest ways we are turned and used against one another, whether it's hidden psychic influences of evil and worser elementals or humans for profit by pushing vaccines with terrible side-effects and questionable bases, their impatience masquerading as hyper-altruism, etc. Our whole world is sick with such overlooking, undersensing, and denials, and when people come back around, they have the karma of not being looked out for also.
You're welcome for the care. ("True love comes with understanding.") Have a good one! What do red and gold regards signify? Oh and also with C, I believe that people come from different sort of people-hoods spiritually--it's not a belief but something I have witnessed and am trying to comprehend. I used to go by seatree, like all the sea creatures in human form (totem-wise) are together in a way such as in speaking for the oceans or having certain stronger qualities. And when karma from one's deeds comes back, it may not hit one 'til later but it will often affect one's available brothers and sisters very soon after. We're all connected- the whole world and many worlds. All the Christian tenets of forgiveness, etc., Indian ones of karma, shintoism, Buddhism, etc. all the pieces of the puzzle deeply matter if one wants a good existence. The Aussie (Gondwana)aborigines teach we are all learning to survive in infinity.
Thank you about the moth. Wonderful and if others eat his favorite shirt, maybe he can forgive better, as he would truly I believe in his real heart want to be forgiven by the bees, and they by him.
Excuse me for the lengthiness. I just want to add that I'm not communicating as some all-out superior-like, but from experience. I intro'ed my brother to marijuana and other bad examples, not terrible but not good enough for what I would want for him and me if I could have seen from now. He got mentally ill and committed suicide. He was in hospitals where they excess drugged him, etc. which later, duh, was found to possibly contribute to suicide. I then went through almost the same things. The same number of hospital stays, the waking nightmares like he had as a kid, etc. It wasn't an exact repeat. I started saying no to the mental drugs, etc. and doing it natural and listening to better guidance, but there was an attonement karmically that I had imposed with the opportunity to get through and he also from other lifetimes, etc. Being possibly forever is a different approach than one life-mindedness. Every matter. That's why mastery is really significant, and what they teach, but so is spontaneity, innocence, etc-people being "fallen" take son a different look in such light. Just don't let the intensity get away and turned too much, etc. It's a hard journey back, but I hear you are on the right path.
and certainly not every time a bee comes around is it being guided goodly either...
I sent red and gold regards since you had wished us a good autumn, sorry if I confused you. I'm sorry to hear of your brother. You sound very much like my own brother by the way you speak (write). He is bi-polar, and didn't know, but we think it was his meth experience that brought it on, and he got pretty ill. He explained a lot of things to do with Karma and Infinity, and some other things I couldn't really comprehend. I'm just telling you how I'm reminded, so I hope you are not offended (by the ill part).
My son's Autism isn't soley based around sensory issues, although I touched on it with indulgence in the poem. Transitions and fixations, concentration and comprehension are very difficult, as is printing, cutting with scissors and stuff. Once he thinks we are doing something, he holds on to it like its an oath, so heaven forbid any plans change. Which, because this is the real world, they change all the time, even tho I try to accomodate him as much as possible. He thought we were going to the Fair after school yesterday, so when I told him it was tomorrow, he FREAKED.
Anyway, I'm glad you changed your mind about the poem and feel it is somewhat educational, though I hadn't meant it to be at the time. I didn't know what it would be. Ha, so...enjoy the leaves.
Please don't get rid of it. I went to highschool with a not-so severe autistic child and these days I work with a couple who are more greatly affected. On so many levels, this touched me. Think it speaks of the conflict that all parents with autistic children experience. I could go on, but I think I'd digress into verbal diarrhoa and you don't need that. Just know that it already does mean much to someone besides you. [Rainman had Aspergers, from memory... still, autism, but with more functionality, generally]
Thank you ashriel, I don't think I'll get rid of it. In fact, I'm considering reposting my poem "mystical son", an autism peice of my son's infancy and toddlerhood. He is almost 7 now. I'm sure I'll continue writing as he grows. Helps me to remember too, which is good. It's so easy to forget little things when we are engrossed in our busy lives. I hope to write a poem all about his successes one day soon.
This poem really touched me,Jen, Girl you've got SKILLS...
Im sure this poem will get threw to alot of peolpe on a deeper level,
Its screams of that perfect unconditional love a mother has for there child.
Honestly Im speechless, A+ poem!
Hi Jen, I see about the colors...Yes I was diagnosed bipolar before, but I've also been diagnosed various other things. I don't think the labels help much. I tried to take some medications and I believe they made my functioning tremendously worse, but my seersmanship is normally right on. If there were more upfront shamans and sages in our culture, they'd be forced not to put all-out diagnoses so easily on people who are clearly sane but suffering from getting "awakened". I don't make things up and I was trained scientifically. I'm a forerunner, but I had a brother who went into meth psychosis so I know what you mean also. Until one gets a hold of it and sees the truth from the psyching, it's a mess. I don't expect one to get what I'm pointing out in the immediate- but it may contribute as time goes on...I have a job to do. (The better hidden folk keep me company, protect me, and give fair validation and support. I'm with the ancients, natives, and the spaces between that hold such promise of real truths. I was randomly psychic before I was sickened...But don't leave the latch open too long! Your bro might know what that means.) Smoky autumn happiness! PS: Fixations suck! Sorry to hear that. Evil entities fix me all the time and do various witchcraft. They do it to all of us but I'm very conscious of it. It's a trip. (Good hidden folk get our auras cleaned up though! Wish they could help more with him.)
Dana, your comment gave me goosebumps! Thank you so much!
(get it? HiC? or maybe it's only in Canada...where are you in this world, geographically speaking?)
Thanks for sharing your "spirituality"...my sister always seemed so "out there" sometimes, over sensitive, lost in dreamland growing up, but really, she has some kind of ability to see things, sense things. We had some very "strange" experiences with crystals, and "ghosts", and her room changing temperature so dramatically at night, accompanied by weird smells...then my brother having his "artistic" episode which nearly killed him. As for me, I'm not a skeptic, but I'm quite unlike my siblings. I think my son is a little like them, only he can't vocalize certain obscure or abstract thoughts as of yet. He still understands concrete and logical answers/questions/solutions to his daily life. But his memory is unbelievable. As his communication skills continue to develop I'm finding out a lot about my son that I never knew, because he couldn't say what he was thinking. It is miraculous how his little brain is opening up to the world. He gets better all the time, but the challenges change and also get more intense as he gets older.
Anyway, I talk too much-
so I'm going to go listen to the crunch of leaves under my feet.
Maybe I should write a poem about sounds, just sounds and how people hear them differently. OR...maybe you could.
You're welcome. I'm in Northern CA. You?
Great to read about your sister, others, and you. It helps a lot to know I'm not alone. It's so easily forgotten. I sensed you were able to handle the mysteries. Sometimes people need a rock, a tree, or a stable less psychically-prone one to hug. Sometimes people need company who rights their sensitivites, from both perspectives. Too many ungrounded "psychics" is annoying and off-balance, but none is lost- and then people have to get sick, do drugs etc. to remember what is real and get righted on, etc. It's bothersome to see things that many have also seen but to be treated like it's made up, insane, etc. Seeing faeries and others is for real just like crystal and ghost mysteries. Maybe you could find one who knows where you are coming from even better like an autism support group?! I'm glad to give what I can--I think that's why I commented mostly...at least via the mysterious ways of my heart.
PS What does your name signify?
A brilliant poem.
this piece is very moving... i'm sure i'm not the first to feel it, or say it.
a wonderful piece about a little-understood subject.
Hi there C,
I live in a small town 2hrs north of Toronto, Ontario. My name is Jen (also known as, aka, joffer, a nickname my bro gave me when we were kids. It has confused many users here, I find that funny. Someone thought I was "jerkoffer" haha! Anyway, it is interesting to hear about others' strange, scary or amazing life experiences, yes. Always nice to feel you're not alone, a battle we've been fighting for a few years, but now since I have the most beautiful, caring and wonderful people in my life, my struggles are lessening. My children ARE happy, I am happy.
My sister is expecting her first baby in January, and she asked me how she could make her child like Damian...I laughed, but she was serious. She has an unbelievable connection with my son, like they share auras or something. He has always felt safe with her since infancy, and he's almost 7 now. Anyway, I joked and told her to possibly deprive her baby of oxygen during birth, then realized no...that would give her child palsy, so...the joke was over, but it was one of the most honouring things anyone ever said to me about him.
Glad to hear from you again, take care.
I truly am amazed at the responses to this poem, I had no idea it would affect anyone. Mind blowing.
"Stolenkiss", "kelly", and shakeit", I am astounded by your responses, like I mentioned above. It is you guys who made this the Top Rated poem, so thank you all.
I wish this thing had emoticons so I could insert a smiley with a tongue stickin' out!
this brought me to tears.
I was just watching the Autism Benefit on comedy central a little while ago and was thinking what a great cause it was.
you have a big heart.
i am left speechless.
the world should read this poem.
Oh Jen...This is soooooooooooooooooo beautiful and sooooooooo heartfelt. I absolutely LOVE this poem. Thankyou for bringing me to it. It's quality, it's passion, it's art, it's real. I got a Kate Bush vibe off of it. I don't know if you listen to Kate at all, but that's the feeling it gave me for some reason. Her new CD, "Aerial" is fantastic and very "austistic" in its own right. It's more than a "10." It's a "30." Keep on writing and keep on loving him. He's your baby. Sending my love from me to you too, Jen...Starr
OMG!!! It's the #1 poem!!! Congratulations, JEN!!! You deserve this honor!!!
Jenn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! email@example.com.&n bsp; Drop a line and say hi sometime. Love, Starr
Starr, thank you!
What an amazing comment, it really lifted me since it was an emotionally draining day.
I'd like to hear this album, I'm interested in your reference to her and my poem, kinda cool.
I'm really glad you enjoyed this poem.
I continue to mention that I am still absolutely blown away at the responses here, and I thank you for reading, you have a kind heart Starr.
All the best to you,
Just a msg for a very early unknown,
at least I can tell you now how much your comment means to me,
I just wish I could've known it was you when I was feeling so sorrowful at the time.
I also know why you mentioned Family Event Log, at least I think I know why. Was it because that poem is so strong and enduring? Wanted me to remind myself of my strength when I was feeling so defeated?
Well, I love you so much,
and I thank you for your continuous support.
also many thanks to the sweet words of Atombombjohn and the unknown after.
This is a commendable subject to take on in a poem, so my comments will not be directed to the this, only the form. My bluntness here is simply honesty, I read this as the Top Rated poem, wow – I can’t see why. It has attracted a lot of good commentary, which goes to show pick the right subject and you’ll get readers in – now your challenge is too listen to their advice and make the improvements – revise so that this deserves it top rating and can sustain it.
I don’t think opening with such a personal and bold statement is the best choice. To allow the reader to become enveloped in your view and engage with empathy you need first to tell the story, else the poem becomes a justification of the initial statement.
Also using rhetorical questions such as in L3 can leave a reader at a loss.
There are also components which, to the uneducated reader (me), require further explanation. E.g. L6 ‘and the changes make you sick’ – what changes?
Without being too specific on the remainder, there is the opportunity to thin down on redundancies and selected word phrasings, making it an easier and perhaps more direct read. As it is, it lacks structure, almost rambling from one point to another in a seemingly unrelated fashion. There is a lot of ‘what you would do for him’ lines but a lot less ‘why’ lines.
Anyway to keep my comment brief, I’ll finish by re-stating the subject is commendable, and the content and structure require work, but I think it is worth spending the time on.
Thank you Nemisis,
Your points are extremely valid and explained clearly which helps me understand the reader.
I realize what you are saying, and I can see how someone may not know the "whys", so I would have to work extensively on this to provide a way to explain.
It might not be tomorrow, or next week, but I will think about this.
Like I mentioned before, way up there^, that it may be a different poem altogether. There are many people who feel this and really like this the way it is, so I am reluctant to change it a whole lot.
Being top rated, well, I think any poem is worthy, to be honest, I guess it's more of what the people like reading.
Believe me, I don't know much about poetry rules, so if that's how a poem should be rated, then yes, this and probably all my other poems should be somewhere else, but I can't help if people like it, you know? And yer right, it's got a lot to do with subject matter.
I am much appreciative of your comments, and I do agree with most everything you said, about the construction of the poem etc..
I just don't know if I can go there right now.
But you've given me insight to be a better writer.
Your acceptance of criticism is gracious and a good example many others on this site could follow. I wish you the best of luck with revision to this or perhaps the creation another version / poem.
Wow, I'm taken aback to read your son's name. The name, Damian, actually is akin to demon or devil-- I'm not sure what language originally. Matt Damon, the actor, has taken roles as a fallen angel and his friend, Ben Affleck, with him and in the movie Daredevil. Some parallels that are pretty undeniable, but they've had somewhat better-natured roles too, like Good Will Hunting. I knew a guy in AZ named Damian and the guy was one of the most Satanic Christians I have ever met. You seem like a good person but the name and choice make me wonder. If I may ask, why did you choose it? Oftentimes, people are good as personalities but have sinister independent inner selves. I once had a friend spring out of his head in a lucid before sleep-state after we'd passed out and try to attack me. It was vampiric-like. We both woke shocked at the same instant! He was diagnosed with ADD as a child and did all sorts of very bad things, according to him. He has to fight it constantly and self-medicate with drugs, legal and otherwise. I had to stop being around him because his vibes and unconscious inner promptings were getting me hurt and distracted when we were doing outdoor adventures, etc.
My nephew is on 'the spectrum'. He is going through puberty - its different again.
I was afraid when I pondered his name before he was born, that people would resort to The Omen in reference and make stupid jokes, like hopefully he doesn't live up to his name, etc...then I thought, I don't care.
Damian, is a greek word that means "to soothe, to tame".
Daemon, and other variants mean "spirit".
Damien with the "e" is how it's spelled in the omen,
I love this handsome name, and tried to avoid the stigmas as much as possible when I chose it.
So, there ya go...he's no devil, in fact, he's an angel, and not fallen, never will.
Thanks for poppin' in with the comment
Unknown, thanks for sharing that, we all know how difficult puberty is, and I've been informed how much more intense it can be for these kids. I hope I have lots of strength by the time he hits his teen years, I worry that I'll be burned out!
Catholics have a patron saint called Damian.
Well of course, I can tell you're autistic. You can't write poetry. I like line 36 though, 10 out of 10!
This poem reminds me of suck. 10/10
check this out:
"drink a lot of..." 13 oct 06 --1 user considers this a favourite
"stone soup" 12 oct 06 --3
"reflections" 12 may 06 --3
"broken sig." 15 aug 06 --4
"morn-dried.." 26 jun 05 --4
"anytime..." 10 sep 06 --5
"lingering..." 10 feb 06 --7
"anatomy..." 29 jun 06 --8
"elizabeth..." 5 sep 06 --9
"equilibrium..." 17 apr 06 --11
"old man" 21 jul 04 --16
"letter..." 19 aug 06 --25
"alone in autism" 28 sep 06 --10
i'm'a thinkin' y'all're purdy
durn close t'bein' done
tinkerin' with this gizmoid...
Being able to write poetry or not has nothing to do with being Autistic, silly Henry.
c, I don't understand your comment, and how it has anything to do with this.
Lots of people get sick of seeing the same poem on the top rated lists.
I do not care either way.
I do, however, get happy inside when a poem I really like is up there, because then it's easy to find.
My skin can be thick here, but this poem makes me a little more vulnerable, so it would be nice if it disappeared into the random lists, to not be chewed up anymore.
Father Damian also helped save the people suffering from leprosy in Molokai, Hawaii.
Damian was also the twin of Saint Cosmas, who, as a physician accepted no payment and led many to Christ. He became the patron saint of barbers, physicians/surgeons and the blind.
I understand. My brother has Down Syndrom, and I know that my mother would go to hell and back again if it would benefit him in the slightest way. I became teary eyed in a noisy computer lab full of students hammering away on keyboards when I read it.
your comment is heartfelt, thank you so much.
Best wishes for your family.
this is unbelieveably good, one of the best i've ever read on this site
Well, I have thought about how the intro to this was a little overstated, and read it many times over without it, and I liked it better. I also thought maybe it did need a little more explaination without becoming sterile, so I made changes in the intro, and shifted a couple lines around throughout.
Continued thanks to Reid, Nemesis and C.
wow this poem is so beautiful
what a powerful message!
The feelings are so deeply felt and expressed with such insight (no pun intended) this poem is love. How could it be anything but beautiful. I truly appreciate your passionate use of loving thoughts. Thanks.
Thank you all so much, your messages are very touching.
Thank you Jen. I am finally back after some difficult times, which involved if you can believe, a mover named Damian! He was very soothing, awesomely good, and kind, and I have a larger, saner-differentiated perspective now. Not clearly knowing my in-the moment guidance good enough to believe in and rely on it, I failed many times and reverted to total rejections of people named Damien and Damian. I didn't know of the different spellings/meanings and it's an ongoing lesson. Special and wonderful was your reply! An intelligent and mystical lesson has helped and you were p(art) of it. Sounds like great courage, independence, and honest love. Please excuse my ignorance and sorry it required so long. Merry Christmas and a joyfully good-spirited December! -C
Hi again C,
Thanks for coming back. I'm sorry to hear of your "times" and hope that strife has since ceased for you. Pretty neat little bit there about the name who helped you recently. Damian is extremely soothing. I'm quite taken by the fact that I was p(art) of any lesson you might have learned, but if that's so then I'm happy I helped in any way. Kinda weird thinking that but that's ok. I made some changes to this poem while you were gone, the whole beginning is different as I took some advice and tried understating a little more. I'd like to hear what you think now if you visit again.
Thank you so much for your kind message, I wish you as well a lovely Christmas and nice vibes thru the New Year.
This is an absolutley beautiful poem! Makes me think about loving in enormous ways adn all the different situations people have. Thankyou for sharing this.
It's such a good poem--your retouchings have made it mark well in minds.
You really make a person feel what your feeling here.
Did you cry when you wrote it because I sure felt like I might.
Hi netsky, thanks so much for returning. You helped me a lot with this, training my brain to think differently; from a different point of view.
Unknown, I thank you for your generous comments.
Thank you porg, yes I cried but only during the original.
This has been tweaked since.
Happy you like.
the cool thing is the edge you've put on it, like he's not this holy thing, he's this real beautiful kid of yours who's a holy thing and has these special cases. and this makes him like all our kids, only more so, and it's not a me-sad thing reading this, it's a universal, and it takes me right into raising my daughter and all of her special beings, and she was only uncomfortable for the first three years, not like Damian. i like it as a poem, because the words stream out through the pastry tube into a pattern, and the pattern is occillating in that way that kids do, and i'm inducted into your world of how you feel, not how i feel about you. very satisfying and universal poem.
You really need to capitalize 'love' at the end? Makes it sound corny in my opinion. I suggest don't capitalize it :)
Great poem by the way.
Thanks kindly mike, for the nice comments.
Deathshards, thanks for reading as well.
Jen, again you put across the world of autism like no other. Reading this poem has actually helped me understand my people more. The sensitive hearing issue for a start, that would explain why one of my people screams incessantly if we drop a fork or something. As well as being extremely educational and insightful this is an excellent poem. It is written from your heart but gives no inkling of self pity.
I would like to copy this and take it into work to give my colleagues some fresh insight if that's ok?
L82 my fave by the way
Lastly, for me could you explain the 7 year flushing and chelation? Please.
Lastly again lol. The vaccines contaminated? Is it the mmr vaccine that caused this, is that what you mean?
To answer your question, DAN! (defeat autism now) is a study of doctors who believe autism is treatable with biomedical intervention (heavy doses of vitamins, diet change, immune system boosting and
Chelation; removing harmful poisons in the body (my son's test came back with horrific levels of mercury, it's done on the hair but not always perfectly accurate). For kids, a cream base is made up, rubbed on their back at bedtime, they pee in the morning, you take a sample and have it tested to see if any toxins are present. A 7 year flushing would be just that; he's 7yrs old now and would need to be flushed out. Like the poem says, a tiny jar of this chelation cream is about $400 american. The biggest thing, is that it's mostly trial and error so lots of money for these treatments.
I'm a single mother of two and I don't work...I don't have that kind of dough. =-)
The mmr is the biggest controversy as therimisol (spelled it wrong prob), is a preservative for vaccines, containing mostly mercury and was used all over north america from about 1994-2001 or something like that.
It's hard to tell if the mmr was Damian's culprit, it could have been, but he also has a chromosome anomaly... but again, they have no idea if that has anything to do with his autism. I guess the strangest thing is that he's so beautiful, inside and out that it seems odd that he'd have so many genetic/neurological differences.
It's taken a long time to understand this little boy, to not think he's spoiled for all the little complaints. We learn to compromise, to fit him in comfortably. Like if it's raining, just give the kid an umbrella instead of fighting with him to the car that he'll dry off soon, it's not worth it.
I'm so flattered by your comments, my heart warms with compassion and understanding. It means so much to me as well to be able to answer questions like this.
Thank you so much.
I would be honoured if you took this poem to work with you.
(i apologize for this lengthy response!!)
I feel terrible that you have had to post all your poems as unknown. I hope you will be able to return soon. I have tried to find you several times but impossible now. Please consider emailing me to give me the titles of your poems.
I would love to read more from you.
Have a very happy new year!
Love and happiness,
poetry in it's true sense, heart felt and expressive
jen, don't let some stupid unknown get under your skin. That comment is just immature and sick.
WE know better.
This deserves to be top rated, it's one of the most beautiful poems in PC.
You ARE amazing.
This has the feeling of the mother and son in it, and the poem moves back and forth with them in a way that feels the love and truth that being alive is good. It is very intellegent and very intelligent writing. She is showing us things that most of us haven't felt.
Someone suggested you, Unknown, should park cars at Shriners Childrens Hospital. I think that you should never be allowed to be around any children.
Here, in Western Samoa, the New Year has not started. Happy New Year to you. You must be full of New Year Cheer from yesterday.
That shows how much you know. No one said I should park cars. Perhaps if you had any sign of intelligence about you, you would have realized that.
Thank you for proving my point.
Well, Sir, you are not alone in showing your resentments and needs. Many people would like very much to be loved and cared for by someone like this author. It is an oblique way that you have of asking, Sir, but thank you for reaching out.
aww thank you Dipsey (that's a teletubby by the way, the green one...hehe).
Also to you d. and the last unknown there, whoever you nice people are, thanks so much, my goodness!
There is so much truth in this poem.
My cousin is autistic. He is 23 now. He hates brushing his teeth too. Loud noises upset him and routine is important.
It seems they are finally starting to aknowledge that autism is a fairly widespread problem. They are supposed to be committing a significant amount of money to do reasearch. Yes there is the theory that vaccines cause it.... but that has never been proven as far as I know it is still just a theory.
thank you for reading and sharing that with me, also for your comments.
Luckily my son is very high functioning so although he is affected by all that is mentioned, he doesn't react as severly as you might imagine. Mind you, he's getting better as he gets older. When he was a toddler/preschooler he was "tormented" by everything. I used to have to wrap him in a towel like a straight jacket to brush his teeth while he screamed and gagged. It was terrible. I stopped doing it out of sheer guilt and exhaustion and when he was 5 his teeth were all rotten. At that time I had no idea he was Autistic. I just thought he was a horrible, defiant child. Imagine that guilt! So glad that's over.
He brushes ok now, but still wines or cries from time to time.
You are right, there is no proof of the vaccine/autism connection, it is only a theory.
Powering the lights that are too bright and numerous is a significant part of what is polluting the sky with too much coal-burning and blocking out the subtler graces of the universe already. I'd say that this is great and it doesn't bore me even though it is long, but it's still not quite an artistic poem but an outreach and homage to your son's wounders, suffering, quirks and interestingness, and yours. I'd like to read it about a 15 to 20-line paragraph--all of this contained and alive but reduced subtly, (more soft-spokenly?) beautifully. Thank you for only wanting to target the bees and 'squitoes that stalk him. It's been a great time rescuing some from my mom's pool, following honeybee migrations in the local woods, and making up for spray-painting them as a boy. (Honeybees are endangered or close to it.) My dog eats every one he can catch and finds my pool-saving pursuits odd I think. Do you think Damian would like to see a handsome picture of a hive or would it freak him?
You've got plenty of coverage, and well deserved, on this work already. So I'll restrict my comments to: in THIS piece, the rhythm is appropriate. It instills the audience with feelings of longing and protectiveness.
Read "An Anthropologist on Mars" by Oliver Sack. There's a chapter in there about an autistic-savant named Steven who can sketch incredibly elaborate drawings. I think you'll enjoy it.
Lastly, I want at least one in-depth critique from you on a poem of mine. No rush, though.
This poem just amazed me. It's meaning is so profoundly stated.
Thank you William, for your visits.
I like your stories.
Damian is actually interested in looking at bees, when they're dead. He would probably enjoy seeing a hive. What freaks him is the buzzing around him. Where they live and what they work at is intriguing to him.
Thanks for asking.
One day, only someday will I be able to compose a 20 line "autism" poem.
Many seem to want the same from this poem, but I'm not there yet, mentally, emotionally.
You might have to stick around for awhile for that. =-)
There's lots of comments here! I agree… this poem is very pure. I'm glad you've chosen to not be bothered by people who don't catch on.
“so it would be nice if it disappeared into the random lists, to not be chewed up anymore"
i understand why a lot of people feel for this. i do. i must confess i needed a break a little after the middle because the feelings are many, mostly sympathy but not a sentimental type. you really care for him, you must know this little star. (i just mean this in a way, where you must be proud to be related.) it doesn't need any suggestion at this point, just careful studying and a favorite. feels a little mainstream because the writing is a little normal and maybe the idea has been hinted at in the past, but the feeling is there and that is all it needs. plus careful handling which you do give it.
it is different and i care for it.
Thank you ever so much listen.
This little star is my son.
Incase anyone who revisits from time to time, I posted a different version of this poem, (at the request of many commentors here).
It has only half the anguish and no punctuation.
I wanted to try something different.
Oh yeah...Jen, creamy and astral. Just beautiful. The newly revised is also of merit; just a DIFFERENT kind of merit because it's a different kind of beauty. Don't let the haters bring u down. Love your baby with all your might. The "10" still stands. Love, Starr
Thank you Starr,
I would never let them bring me down.
Your words always leave me smiling.
A little note to C (William),
Damian has been talking of bees.
He went on tonight about how a bee stung his little toe when he was 4 or 5...he remembered the exact blanket that it was trapped in on the couch that summer, when he wrapped himself up in it and was stung. He described the cold cloth and asked if his toe was better yet. Funny eh, all these years later.
He has already questioned when Spring is coming, if the bees will be back. He seems to associate the warm seasons with insects. He says he hopes the snow never melts.
Thought I'd share that with you since you return from time to time.
Hope you are well,
THIS IS THE BEST POEM ON THIS SITE.
NO AMOUNT OF 1s WILL KEEP IT DOWN.
KEEP WRITING JEN, YOU ARE THE BEST!
What a very nice to say.
I'm "unknowingly" touched and happy you like this poem so much.
nice. the concluding lines however while true are sorely lacking.
nice 'thing' to say, sorry 'bout sp.
the conclusion is sorely lacking what? the feel of poetry?
I know. But it is what it is.
thank you for your comment,
heres a ten to neutralize the insulting troll's one.
I had not rated the poem before. I have only one account.
The trolls maintain multiple accounts for list-bombing 1s.
Ah, well. Whoever said life is fair? You knew it wasn't,
even before your child was born, permanently innocent.
you are too kind,
with a comment like that to boot,
my chest thumped a little heavier.
(you got me with "permanently innocent").
nice to hear from you.
I appreciate the read, jumpy. =-)
beautiful jen , i hope all is going well
Have a good weekend .
things are going well,
thanks so much for the kind words, that was really nice to come across,
I can only hope that one day I will not see my son go through the horror of a haircut, or myself to endure the stress and heartache that goes along with it.
Say, Jen. When you gonna write something new?
you mean about autism?
well, i did 'the boy and the tree'
which didn't go over well poetically,
but it's my heart, and it's happy.
i don't recommend it if looking for that "wow" factor.
it's more like a story.
thanks for stopping by here, you made me smile!
it's rare to see this recently commented now,
even i haven't read it in ages.
if you elaborate on what you mean by new,
you might inspire me.
something shockingly un-jen.
something subcutaneous, neocortical, superhuman. a blasphemy against jen.
the molten nickel-iron alloy of the soul shoved hard into the nooks and crannies of jen's most hated, most feared, most perverse, most secret little fossilized core.
when are you going to scare yourself?
yeah Jen, why don't ya try writing something explicit and dirrrrty...I know you want to.
thanks for what?
you didnt even read it
Truly beautiful poem Jen. I used to do behavioral intervention with children who had emotional disabilities. My longest held client, and favorite by far, had a related disorder. - Pervasive Developmental Disorder-Not otherwise specified. This poem made me think of Tommy in so many ways. His fear of butterflies, desire to belong, excruciating anxiety... it completely describes Tommy, and I miss him
This is absolutely incredible. I pray things are easier for you and your son.
jkathleen, my son was diagnosed with autism/PDD at 4 1/2 (after waiting nearly two years for a doctor)...early diagnosis is so critical. 4 or 5 is so late, but he's doing wonderfully. Thank you so much for sharing that with me; it means a lot.
Phoenix, thank you for such a thoughtful comment!
And yes, things are a bit easier now than this poem suggests, but it's a long road, baby!
thank you =-)
This is so daring and close to the bone. I love so much about it, so many sentiments and so many lines, I can't list them all. The poem is too long in my estimation.
I think the first stanza should end "most beautiful person on the planet." The slant-rhyming with sounds and profound in the second stanza pulls me from the poem's emotion. I think the sounds would not be deep, but high-pitched shrieking. "fussing" and "flushing" rhyme doesn't work for me. I'd end on "but chelation is pricey."
would you be stealing his "glaciated eyes.?" The phrase is beautiful, but unclear to me. I love that stanza, the "shutting down the world" for your son. I have felt that way too, as a mother. This really is close to me.
I love the sing-song quality of "chicken and fries." The last four lines of the poem need revising in my opinion. They don't stand up to the originality of the rest of the language.
I worked with autistic children and i did get the feeling, those kids were seeing soemthing special that I was missing.
Thanks for a beautiful poem. I would like to see this, if you decide to revise. There is always the fear in critiquing a work that one treads on something that is developping. Thanks. This is close to becoming a favorite for me.
r Lucy, (if you are still here)
Thank you for the lengthy comment on this poem. I sometimes don't realize when an older poem is read, so forgive my late reply.
There is something truly raw and in the moment about this poem, considering when I wrote it, and what I was going through at the time, I might be afraid to change anything incase I may forget one day. I will consider looking at it again, seeing if some things won't be missed, and yes, it is so long- I don't know if I would read this seeing its' monstrous size!
I am having trouble with my pc account right now, that I cannot edit my poems, rate or post, but hopefully it will get sorted out soon. Only then will I be able to look closer at your fine suggestions.
Also, know that I am very touched by your personal feelings for this.
Thank you so much for reading.
that was supposed to say "Dear Lucy",
my typos are outta this world lately.
i think i have a fixation
for autism poems.
merry christmas to you and Damian.
aw, fractalcore, thank you!
Happy New Year to you.
this is the Lover giving to the Beloved in a most contrasting way -- this is lyrical and sensitive and empathic like all the realizations of a Father who Wondered with his Son and looked through his eyes and felt his feet on the ground -- I agree with your plaint about mercury poisoning -- wow
Happy 29th of Jan. to you and he and he and he and he and he and Condoleeza Rice.
A heartfelt, no bullshit poem--a visual masterpiece.
I don't know if this makes me a bad critic or reader or poet (whatever that is) but i could not find anything i would really change. I just got swept up into it and forgot i was reading words.
Bravo for taking on this subject, I really really like the first stanza especially.
this was beautiful; thank you. my little brother has autism and people are so quick to judge him. it was a relief to read such love and compassion on the subject. good stuff.
I watched my cousin grow up with profound autism, and now that I am living half way across the country, I am reminded of his quirks by the delightful adults with whom I work (at a service agency for developmental disabilities). I want you to know that the line below made me smile and tear up.
I'd feed you chicken and fries,
chicken and fries
chicken a-n-d fries,
for the rest of your life while you sing it
over and over in the tune of "Jingle Bells".
the emotional portrait in this poem is so real and captivating.. wish I could say more.
shows how often i read this poem...
i didn't realize all the comments,
sorry i have taken so long:
Alch, DL, Paul, unk, newslang, hank, eloha, wems, and both unknowns,
with very touching comments like these how can i not thank you
with all my heart.
i am very moved, thank you.
Oh my... that was absolutely fantastic. God bless you and your son.
unknown, i am unsure when you wrote this comment but i'm guessing it was awhile ago. sorry to be so late in showing my gratitude.
lovely words, thank you. =-)
Beautiful. This made my eyes water a little. The first stanza is especially great.
thank you, stackpop!
It's been a (long) while since I stopped by this site and it was a pleasant surprise to see that quality endures and this piece is still seated amoung the top rated. It was a treat to read again! Hope things are going well - cheers hobby
(it's been so long since I was here my login seems to have been disabled)
what a nice surprise to see you. =-)
we are doing pretty well,
thank you for stopping by-- i hope you are also well,
come back soon.
Moving this up the ladder!
It belongs at the top.
still a very nice read.
i like your motherly love poem.
you know i really do when people say this or that isnt a poem cause it doesntrhym...anyways great poem
thank you for revisiting my dearest-- the poem i can no longer read (reminders are tiring).
your recent comment has caused others to read as well, and i am always so happy to see this after all this time.
love from me.
thank you kenny chuckles maszzz.....=-)
You write not for sympathy, but to release emotion and share with others who may know the world you live in. This poem is wonderfully raw and honest and it is written with the grace that comes only from one who has experience it firsthand. Beautifully expressed!
thanks so much Tandisol, i didn't see your comment.
i will visit you sometime soon.
you know, i am reminded maybe once a year when my resources are depleated, including my patience and my energy as the school year ends, that my son is indeed autistic. i hope one day that the sadness will leave me.
of all the stupid shit i've written, this poem continues to prove a huge support for me, as i look back and remember all the things we've done, the ways we've changed...and i read all the comments, and i'm thankful.
sorry to get all sentimental. i think the moon is shining out there.
Good heartfelt rant against autism, but with Love for the afflicted. Sometimes nature seems cruel, but provides us with perspective and empathy.
it's been 4 years since i wrote this (Oct/05). a lot has changed, but that's why i love to keep this here.
it's a reminder.
Wow...I got lost halfway through reading the comments and had to go back and re-read the poem. Obviously there's been a bit of revision since it was posted. I won't say it's perfect, but I will say it's complete and shouldn't be changed. The imperfections others point out are superficial and develop your character. It's beautiful, thank you.
last two lines takes a lot away from the poem for me.
it's a bit tell but it works. could do with a bit of work on the enjambment
but it feels original and that's always worth a 2nd look.
i think saw someone say it wasn't poetry as such.
i disagree. Not too keen on the title. the word autism in it
for me puts clogs on a waltz. for me the title needs to be hook and not a placard
(not always the case but with a piece like this i think so)
anyway, i found it good to take part in.
i gave it an 8
sorry about that, i meant to put my name to the comment. i gave it 8
thanks for the indepth read and comment, billy. thanks for appreciating the time it was written (i don't write like this anymore) but it's a reminder to me of what was going on. I was in the beginning stages of writing, this may have been only my 3rd poem, ever.
I could probably change the lines a bit, and the title, well, what the hell would i change it to? it's been like this so long, it'd be like changing my kid's name or something.
i know exactly what you mean about the last two lines, i used to do that a lot in my earlier poems. ;) I might consider taking them out. I have the original on file, so who cares. I did another version of this poem, not ranting-- one day i might repost it.
It's proving to be a postive working thing, having only a handful of poems on this site. No more long lists! I appreciate your thoughts. =-)
This made me smile,
>I could probably change the lines a bit, and the title, well, what the hell would i change it to? it's been like this so long, it'd be like changing my kid's name or something.<
I feel the same about some of my poems,
Good to see you here.
oh hi, sir, i didn't know you were here =-)
thank you for visiting my birthplace! i am happy to be here when you are here.
glad you could relate to that statement.
so, where's my duck? or will it be a goose?
Christ, you have a lot of friends. You're sweet, as in awful nice. I'm in Shangri-la, I guess there are a couple but I'm in the one in China for today, it's cold outside and the local stuff got me bad drunk so I'm a bad reader, but it seems too linear, linear of nice flow is good, but then I feel it needs some cut up every couple lines, some jumps, take care, lady
aw, thanks bykguy, that was a nice thing to say.
Shangra-la? wow, bet it's not as cold as it is here though.
I hear you about this linear business. I could never make this poem's line breaks work for some reason. I will repost the edited short of this poem soon. just to see the difference again if anything. thanks for reading this one.
authentic with Poetic grace -- did you watch Temple Grandin on HBO -- that Grrl is just awesome in her autism ... as a person with high-functioning autism, Grandin is also widely noted for her work in autism advocacy and is the inventor of the hug machine designed to calm hypersensitive persons... ingenious!
Alch! that's awesome that you saw the HBO program, Temple is amazing. I have learned a lot about her over the years. In fact, I may be able to see her at the Geneva Centre for Autism in Toronto next time she comes! I wish I knew some adults with ASD and Aspergers, that would be so wonderful. And you know, this poem was written after a support group meeting in 2005 that I had attended, and it was presented by a teenager with Aspergers. It was so emotional for me, just blew me away thinking of Damian when he's older.
He's going to be just fine.
thanks for popping in again.
well, I remember reading this poem sometime ago -- maybe 2007, and it opened my eyes to autism -- good work Jenk!
i love ya, alchie
you made me read this again because it is important, and i see why you think so, but damn, it still makes me cry.
It is isnt it.
This brought tears to my eyes!
Great read. I loved it.
thank you for this poem
didn't know you read this Mandee :) thanks
unknown, you probably know that i probably know who you are because clueless random unknowns don't just find this poem and comment on it, so, thank you :)
Wow, how things change with time. Thank GOD.
Happy Birthday to my beautiful and amazing Son.
Jen, this is beautiful. So full of the fierce protectiveness we feel for our children, so full of the desire we have for their happiness. A mother who would build a perfect planet for her child, if she could. 82-91 are stunning. Ya made me teary...again!
Happy Birthday to my awesome son.
it´s now Nov. 2012 and I wrote this 7 years ago.
on pc back then, it seemed a lot more people engaged in personal poems that border-lined on rants, (though i always aimed to keep this RANT from sounding self-pitying), but people are not welcoming this type of thing so much anymore, in fact, i will be the first to admit that i am not a fan and i dont want to read them.
but its funny, like everyone seemed to evolve as writers together, or its that it was a passing fad or trend that isnt popular now. just found that interesting.
anyway....Happy Birthday (bump) to my boy :)
ranting is a stage of writing, is all. it's always there when you totally lose it and always a help. once people got used to using each other as a chatter-box here then there was no more reason to assert your individuality. you start trying to conform to others appreciation, you begin rejecting what before had been stimulating chaos. you become ordinary in order to work the room like an entertainer. once in a while non-net life pounds your head and you're used to writing and can write a response to 'fuck off existence'. one function of this site is the insults on my head from casual writers. it feels real enough, but it's also contained in this little juice box with straw.
probably the most real thing for a writer is that you get so used to writing that you start thinking with writing... you habitually turn to writing something, the way a mathematician turns to formula for understanding a problem. i think it's the same action, the same gesture -- to use a formula in math or a form in poetry. at least we get to try to invent a new form every time we write a poem.
"probably the most real thing for a writer is that you get so used to writing that you start thinking with writing"
what a load of shit
"once people got used to using each other as a chatter-box here then there was no more reason to assert your individuality"
what a load of shit
"you start trying to conform to others appreciation, you begin rejecting what before had been stimulating chaos. you become ordinary in order to work the room like an entertainer"
what a load of shit
bauer has no right to have an opinion on anything or anyone on this site. he was banned by the owner and should fuck off like the owner wants him to.
if i was banned, why can i post using my user name and you can't?
you were banned several times on old accounts, bauer. don't try to say you never were. you set up a new account to continue your trolling and stalking.
i can use my account name if i like, but i don't want a fucked up internet-stalker like you following me around.
you dirty old fuck.
just because donald tetto hasn't come to poetry critical for a long time to ban you again doesn't give you the right to be here when he BANNED you more than once before.
now, do like donald wants you to, bauer, and fuck off.
you have no right to be here.
that is so true mike, how people got used to each other and expected certain things. i miss the old days of writing, but you know, life was all chaos back then, so pretty much all i have written has been little episodes.
the time i broke free of writing about my life episodes, was when i struggled most, like, writing about seasons or love, or something i didnt really feel in the gut, it was foreign and i felt my voice change, it didnt sound like me, but i liked it.
now i find fictional poems the easiest to write now, but its just fancy words on a page, sounds clever, you know.
well thanks for the poetry chat, thats all for today,
i have a birthday boy to squish.
This poem is graduating from Grade 8 today and heading off to high school :')
Wow, congratulations, Jenn! What a trip you both have made.
Wow! 8 years old alREADY?! Where does the time GO?! U must have had him when I first joined up with P.C., Jen! Happy Birthday, Damian! Love u, doggstress! xoxoxo!
Thanks Isabelle! What a journey it has been!
Hehe Thanks Starr, although I think you misread my post as Damian is not 8, rather, he's finishing grade 8...he's 13 years old ;)
Now you can freak about the time going by! Lol
Jen, I am reading you from your first posted poem on record. I know that I can't say anything to you that hasn't already been said, and I'm sure better. This is a mesmerizing poem in so many ways. The reader gets a poignant picture of Damien's life every day. You as his mother, show the intensity of your love in everything you do. You would change the world to ease his fears if you could, protect him from hurts, slights, and harm. And the ending is realistic and so moving; it's real and human to not understand this world that he introduced you to, to be afraid, to feel alone. And the courage you show to never let him go made me cry. And now it's been eight years since you wrote this, and Damien is a young man in highschool. God bless Damien and you.
Holy jumpin'nits been along time since anyone read this, thank you silvergirl for that lovely comment!
Dude, I gotta enough time to read all this. Fur real.
hmm, what are you saying? I can't understand you when you talk with your mouth full. :D
Oh, you're saying it's too long. it could be longer but you know...
This is still so moving Jen -- There is no Rainman;
just a little boy in a world of strange,
sitting on a spectrum
of his own personal genius. -- is genius
This still gets me every time.
Thank you always, Alch, wow your comment must be eons old.
Many thanks too, wanderlusted, and nice timing. This boy was 5 years old when I wrote this and his 18th birthday is soon to arrive. Hard to believe. Nothing in this poem is him anymore. Thank the universe.