I Stand Quietly

January 2016: I have moved my poem ‘I Stand Quietly’ to its own site as I feel it deserves it, and I deserve it… I like writing about crass stuff and boobies and it wasn’t always a great juxtaposition, it was time to separate and move on.

Please follow this link to read ‘I Stand Quietly’

Thank you to everyone who has shared their love, support and personal experiences in response to the poem.  I am forever changed by the magical rollercoaster ride on which this poem has taken me…

I will still be blogging about autism, neurodiversity, autistic rights, motherhood, etc as well as boobies.  Sorry to disappoint.

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672 thoughts on “I Stand Quietly

  1. I loved reading this post. My step nephew has asbergers (think I spelled wrong) with adhd. His is not as severe as your daughters, his is more he’s interested in everything and once he find that one thing he will take it apart and rebuild. His curiosity is never ending. He is 12 and is on about 15 different meds. He has in the past berm put on institutes due to throwing chairs, punching and threatening peoples lives. I hope one day soon they will figure out a way to treat or reverse autism. I feel bad and take my hat off to every parent that has a child with autism.

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  2. My brother has autism too and my friends all told me that he would grow out of it as well 😐 they first asked “why is he being weird” it’s annoying because we are all human just we all develop in different ways, yet some think that they are higher up and more advanced than others 😒.

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  3. I am so sorry. Hope all is better now. It is well. I really do pray that her good days will far outweigh the bad…and with time you both will forget they ever were.

    You are an amazing parent. Dont let no one tell you different. She is well. All is well.

    #Positive affirmations all the way.

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  4. This is a very touching writing. It had me cring for all those who suffer from this but fight with all there will. My prayers are sent to your daughter and to you. Thank you so much for sharing your life with us.

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  5. Thank you so much for this post! I never understood what autism is and why people make such a big deal. This really helped opening my eyes, and I sure have a better understanding of autism. I would love to help people who suffer from it. You are brilliant. ❤

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  6. This piece is beautiful just as you and your daughter are. We don’t choose our journey and often wonder why it is our path. Keep sharing and telling your story. Be brave, be scared, be secure and vulnerable how ever you feel be it. You are a light for many and my thoughts and heart are with you and your daughter.

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  7. Thank you for sharing. From one mother to another, I wish there were some way to offer you comfort. Please know your post has been fully received . I will hug my son a little tighter tonight as I pray for you and your family. Please continue to share.

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  8. thank you jill for such a powerfull poem. it strikes a nerve with us. as you stateno two autistic people are the same. makes us realise we are not alone. had a sad time today our 4 year old daughter went to a playpark in the cz republic where we live some older children were calling her stupid and dumb in cz. trouble is our daughter is non comunicative autism. but 4 years old responds to people talking in cz english and german, can cloth her self and has taught herself to swim. oh and always is cheerful and wakes up happy. whos the dumb person her or theignorant people who just stare and laugh at us.

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  9. Reblogged this on abbey lane… and commented:
    it is a rare thing for me to re-blog someone else’s post but this one really knocked me– 

    the whole thing about liking, reading and commenting is normally a foreign thing to me as i have been writing a personal blog for a decade, formally a web page, and rarely had a like or comment for years–  my blog has always been more of a diary…

    however, when i can, i DO read other writers posts, look at their pictures and enjoy seeing the many different perspectives of all the bloggers–

    this post that i am re-blogging truly rocked me and although autism is not something that i am aware of, the poem and post seems to be enough to knock even me out of my normal complacency–  the least i can do is re-blog–

    peace–

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  10. if I’ve ever met an autism person I don’t know it…all I have is “rainman”, sorry…if I do meet someone I hope I don’t appear to be fake or goofy…and I hope i’m helpful and not a problem…awesome post

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  11. I know what you’re going through. Not as severe though; my daughter is diagnosed ASD (etc, etc… But isn’t it always?), and has some processing issues. While my son hasn’t been officially diagnosed as ASD, he’s a SPD and very tactile/seeker. I’ve had to stand aside and deal with the stares and RUDE comments about his behavior – spinning, hiding, running, screaming…

    Are you in an area with much support for kiddos with sensory processing disorder/ autism spectrum disorders? What’s the issue getting an evaluation & diagnosis? (Or am I just missing it because I’m a n00b lol)

    Keep fighting the good fight, sister. It’s so rough when people don’t get it!! I also started here mainly to share all the things I’ve learned about my kids needs and disabilities with others who might benefit from it. Not much there now, but there will be. It’s up to US to teach the world about our children, right? OK, I could do on for days but I’ll stop! Thanks for writing that, it really was beautiful 8)

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