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My Christmas Wishlist



The following are things Santa can't fit in a stocking. 

1. A friend. An emotionally stable, laid back person who would always have my back and not ask dumb questions or shun me because of my autistic traits.
I already have one true friend. However, she does live an hour away and travel is getting much more difficult for her, especially during the darker winter months. She is in her 80's, though she has the soul of a child, there are limits.

2. Purpose. It isn't uncommon for autistic people to lack meaningful relationships or purpose in life. It is sadly a stereotype of the condition.
I am blessed to be able to make stretch bracelets, but I cannot afford to do it constantly, nor is there that high a demand for them.

3. Community involvement. Due to my severe SPD, I cannot function properly or safely for a prolonged period of time in most public places such as movie theaters, restaurants, grocery stores or anyplace where there is a constant, variable of clientele circulating in and out. Children under 5 years of age and, in some cases, dogs, are a part of the equation. 

What about your local library?
My library's set up is more like Starbucks.

Don't you have any neighbors? 
I've got them. They've been there in one form or another in my lifetime of living in the only home I've known. The fact is that they are not friendly. One of them even killed my parents' cat. Every man is an island where I live, but at least there are no small kids, thank God.

Do you have any relatives? I've got them, too. Most don't care or are dead. By God's grace, I do have my sister and one aunt who care about and for me. The thing is, they both work, have friends and significant others. They love going out in public. They are NT.

What about your local social service agency? Been there and done that. I spent a whole year with a caseworker who was friendly, but operated a bit too much like the IRS. "How much did that cost? Was it expensive?" "Do you rent or own?" I didn't realize that playing personal 50 questions was part of the deal.

I pray that God has already planned to give me these things. I pray for more sensory friendly everything to be expanded to include all age groups. If you are taking your autistic kids to sensory friendly films, ask the theater if they plan to have the program expanded for when the kid is grown. If your kid doesn't need it, I assure you someone else will.

Please visit your shut-in relatives. It may seem like a drag to you, but that is part of life sometimes. I can assure you that less is more in the social exposure department. Watch a movie you both like or bake/build something. If they can't drive, take them out for a walk or stroll in nature.

You can video chat as well. I don't have that but hope to some day when I can afford a more updated computer.

I am truly grateful for the following:
1. My friend and family who care about me.
2. My cats
3. MeTV
4. My treadmill
5. My camera (donated by a kind, fellow blogger)

Of course, I am grateful to know God is always with me and knows all about me. I am grateful to own a Bible and read it freely. At this time of year, I am reading Advent devotionals.


May you come to know Jesus this December.
Merry Christmas!



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