It is Tuesday Morning. This is the time....John's in school, Kate's in art class next door and I'm sitting in a coffee shop....this is the time when I think of what I've read in the past week....what other's have said, what I've thought....it all gets sorted in my brain. Things get written down do be looked at later....when I have time....
It's beautiful. The sun is out it's chilly enough for me to wear my new (very cool) wool sweater. And I was going to start writing my speech for the "Sensory Showtime". I'm not procrastinating. I'm organiing it in my head. :) So much I want to say...but really, I don't want to say anything. I wish I could come up with the perfect sentence that says it all.....
Gabor Mate wrote that the downtown eastside is really an expression of everything "higher" society is repressing. It is the ugliness in all of us....taking form as addiction and pain on the downtown eastside of Vancouver. It's easier for society to pile it's ugliness on the weak and vulnerable. And this is what keeps repeating in my brain....because I do feel that this "Autism and sensory processing disorder epidemic" is trying to tell us something about how our society has gone wrong. When was the last time you hugged a tree? Held something organic and natural? what is real about office buildings and computers and telephones and websites and bloggers? So lots of our children are being born with problems with their sensory processing (1 in 6)? When was the last time you actually looked into someones eyes and understood what they were feeling without even using words? How long can you truly look into my eyes without turning away? (Yes, I have trouble with this....I'm working on it) And we wonder why many children are autistic (I don't know the statistics). Maybe, their disorder has nothing to do with them, but us. What are they trying to tell us? Us....normal people....how normal are we?
But I will not say any of this (I'll try not to) because the people attending the screening of "Autistic-Like: Graham's Story"...the Sensory Showtime...know too well how unfair it all is. Know to well how hurtful it is to have people point fingers.
How much I have learned from my children....I will not be pointing fingers at them....they are my inspiration....my teachers because they have kicked me in the butt....kicked me into awareness and steered (?) me in the right direction. I can't change the world, but I can change myself.
And now I must pick up Kate....
