Funkonovo/Allison's autism Blog

Triangle, rectangle and circle in primary colors on a black background The shape of things Are all I can grasp Only outlines Form, light and shadow Their depth a mystery to me Reaching out, Reaching in I get more than I bargin for 3D vortex Turmoil twising, spinning Taking me down I drown Above ground Laid flat Immersed in sheets and cover Self inflicted mental interrogation That lasts for days I am an enemy to progress I decide to break the circle And grasp no further Than the shape of things

In the 1990's and 2000's, I wrote poetry. Today, I would like to share one of my poems. Ignorant I take a hammer to the sky And the shards of china blue Rain down like daggers There is a bullet hole In the starless new night sky That swallows the light Pillars of stone and salt Tumble to the ground In thunderous collapse This is my doing; I shall not look back Will you remain ignorant still Now that these things are done? Was it necessary for us To bare these pangs Because I am not as you are? Violently exposing an other's deceit. That is what usually culminates into the end of any relationship I have ever had. I have no tolerance for targeted sarcasm, usually frustration on the part of the other person. It must be a neurotypical thing, because I haven't had autistic friends. I haven't had the chance to be included due to my neuromakeup and lack accommodating services. I have tried, with some success, to addre...

She lay in the darkness unable to speak or move. Suddenly, there shown a warm light all around her and a key appeared.  "Take this," He said.  She reached out, hesitant at first. "This is the key that unlocks the gate and it is your time to pass through." So, by His grace, she took it, unlocked the gate and stepped into eternity. For my mother, Ruth Anne 1939-2014, Awesome autism mom pioneer, advocate and example of true Christian compassion. A tough act for me to follow sometimes! This is a figurative, not literal account of a person going to heaven. It is for poetic effect. All you need is faith in Christ to get into heaven :)

  Disconnected  I am a typewriter that cannot write I am a radio that cannot play music I am a phone that cannot ring. I am a lamp that cannot throw any light I am a doorbell that cannot chime I am a car that cannot drive I am a television that cannot give you a picture But if you plug me into help and services For an adult with Asperger’s Syndrome and sensory processing disorder I can thrive and contribute  The question is, will you? A poem for politicians, social service agencies and those generally interested in my general welfare.