Musings on Faith, Culture and ADHD
Early this morning, I woke up with a thought in my head: Why do people hate me? I know that not everyone hates me. But I know that in the recent past I've encounter people in my worklife who are furious with me on one matter or another. Having autism means that work is already... Continue Reading →
Why is it in American society in the 21st Century, work is viewed as a prize for the most talented?
I remember about a year ago, listening to a report on National Public Radio on dyslexia. It is not that the words are necessarily backwards, but it becomes hard to read the words in front of you. You can get so far and then you start to struggle. I've long wondered if there is a... Continue Reading →
I've had this problem for years, but never really thought about it until now. The problem is I have trouble reading. It's not that I can't read, I can do that rather well. But when it comes to reading books or articles, it can become a chore. The words start to lose any sense... Continue Reading →
One of the thing that I've noticed over the years since my autism diagnosis is how others on the spectrum demand the world accommodate to them. That makes sense; like other persons with disabilities, there is a time when you do have to demand that changes be made to be able to work or simply... Continue Reading →
One of the things you learn about being autistic is how socially isolating it can be.
It has been sometime since I wrote something on autism/aspergers, partially because I didn't have anything I wanted to write. But I stumbled accross an article on Facebook that reminds me of the situation that I face on daily basis. It's been nearly 10 years since I was diagnosed with Aspergers or High Functioning Autism. ... Continue Reading →
One of my favorite cartoons growing up was the 1975 television special based on Maurice Sendak's books with songs by Carole King. Really Rosie was the name of the special and the song that I remember the most is "Pierre, the Boy Who Doesn't Care." Pierre is a little boy that seems to go through... Continue Reading →
I'm done trying to please people who won't understand. I'm a dandelion, a person with autism. Either accept this and work with me or don't.
Foiled again. A few weeks ago, I got a call from a local organization looking for someone like me to interview for an open position. I was quite excited and hopeful that I might get a new position to supplement my pastoral work and other part time job. They had talked about getting some... Continue Reading →
The Clockwork Pastor 