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A line to define us is what you imagine, When you hear the words, Autism Spectrum Disorder, It generally happens. You place us in order, Based on our physical representation, And here come the words that I must slaughter, Before you draw this misrepresentation. We are not, The terms ‘high functioning’, Or ‘low functioning’, In fact this is actually quite impolite. To give a more representable label, Please use the terms, Severe Autism, Moderate, Or mild. Every autistic person, Has a different set of strengths and needs, So do not presume the ‘functioning’ term, As it tends to arrange and mistreat, Every autistic person, Who experiences challenges, In different versions. With these terms, We have created the gap between neurotypicals and the autistic on our own. When after all, A better understanding is all we need to be realistic, Because we all share the same bones. So, no two people you meet with autism, Are categorically the same. We are a spectrum of many beautiful colours, And we are all here to play the same game. There are multiple areas where we can succeed, And just like you, Others, where we are not so great.
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Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 3:40 PM UTC
The Spectrum
/                       and god almighty i'll be "happy"                                             to be dead                      when this **** blows over...            i'd love to... too much of a drummer-boy though...          got an itch in my ear listening to the british grenadiers' march and had a though:       find a whistle! **** the flute! i'd ******* die for donning a bearskin cap than holding    a university debt agreement of queer piece of paper invoking a "concept"                           of a "degree"; papa was an enforced         representable soldier.... i?         well: i was supposed to become a chemist...    took the alleviating route...       and that they wrote more pop than i ever could?      surrender, herr stabsarzt!     herr! rufen! n'ah... having a chemistry degree on paper, but no profession to actualiße it?     survive the sewers,                       come the vermin corps. such be the thought:   so, graduating from edinburgh university...   do i wipe my *** with this, sir,    or pretend to roll a cigarette? or both? ja herrstasi! künftig-fünfstar! unterste aus die niedrig! good that i've learned english to speak such ****** east berlin german.
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Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 10:01 PM UTC
bearskin cap contra degree papers
There is this interesting phenomenon in music perception that when the natural overtones of a certain tone are all present, the human auditory system hears that certain tone even when it is not actually there Which is how the talented electronics nerds in industrial design manage to extract booming bass from tiny earphones - it is not actually there, it is all between your ears Is that what poets do? Strike an idea and carefully note down its overtones which happen to be representable in words? So that when we are lucky, the reader can reconstruct that which the tiny piece of writing can't possibly contain?
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Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 2:09 AM UTC
Overtones