“When a poor person dies of hunger it has not happened because God did not take care of him or her. It has happened because neither you nor I wanted to give that person what he or she needed.”
[Mother Teresa]
u7.
If my child could write a blog post like this, I would consider him cured. Fascinating. Have you taught him how? Have you given him the time, tools, technology, and accommodations he would need to do so? Have you exposed him to the ideas this blog post runs on, or has he been sheltered and infantilized? Has he been given an accessible, for him as well as his audience, means of communication? Remember, behavior is communication, that’s Best Practice. Have multiple literacies been facilitated? Remember, everyone reads, everyone writes, everyone has something to say is the current forward-thinking in special education, especially for children with complex access needs. But you’re an advocate for your child, of course you must know that. Silly me, I apologize.
Have his attempts at self-determination and self-advocacy be respected and responded to, regardless of form, or has he been taught that passivity is better?
If he were to want to blog about his favorite cartoon, would that be okay? Or does it need to be serious, age-appropriate, legitimate-in-your-eyes business, every time, all the time–because there are no frivolous blogs anywhere on the internet, are there.
If he were to want to document and share his thoughts via, say, music or a painting or an arrangement of objects, would that be okay? Or must it be words?
Are there limits on chances for this? Is any human being ever stagnant?
Oh, and by the way, your child is still a child, right? How many children blog, do you know?
Sorry, I thought this was worth taking seriously.
http://juststimming.wordpress.com/2011/08/23/dear-autism-parents/
sidenote: i wish i could reblog that entire blog.
The Hollywood Theatre (Taken with picplz.)
Hanging Lake, Colorado
National Geographic Photo Context: Nature
You know what I remember the most about England?
The most gorgeous big leaves and their splendid colors in the Autumn (not fall – it’s so… uncivilized). as a kid, they looked like frozen fireworks perched in the sky, while others would be on the ground ready for flight. they were so…
Men Photographed in Stereotypical Pin-up Poses
‘Men-ups!’ by photographer Rion Sabean
I sit here watching this movie called Music Within. It’s the story of Richard Pimental who was a public speaker who, having become deaf via the Vietnam War, turns into an advocate of sorts for the disabled community. He was a prominent driving force behind the Disability Acts that were enacted in the 90’s and wrote the first diversity trainings.
What an inspirational and humorous story!!
It just reinstated the passion I have in my heart in creating a space of equality for all those around me and for making sure that each person is noticed, recognized, treated with kindness and respect, and is treated with compassion.
The story also brought some bittersweet feelings, as one of Richard’s greatest friends, Arte, has cerebral palsy. It made me miss my little Ethie, and more than ever made my arms feel empty and useless. Yes I embrace others quite frequently, giving hugs like free candy, and more recently give massages to others. But in a lot of ways my body feels a sense of uselessness not having my little kiddos to scoop up. I miss being an extension of Ethan’s body and using it to help him move!! As crazy as that sounds as it was back-breaking work, I miss it. I miss him. I miss his smile, I miss the fire of his life, and I miss the purpose my life inherently had because I got to be a part of his.
Anywho, it’s a great story!! Check it out :-)
“The differences that you make that are the ones of lasting importance, they are the little differences that you make in the life of another person.” ~Richard Pimentel
Here’s also a really good link from Portland State University that chronicles the true story as well as the making of the movie: http://www.pdx.edu/magazine/news/pushing-for-fairness
Free Hug Girls Out in Force (by Michael Comeau)
The Good Bike Project by Caroline Macfarlane turns abandoned and rusted bicycles of Toronto into pieces of art.
my mandala tattoo, designed by me, tattooed by my friend Ivan Tattoo, in Rio de Janeiro, and photographed some years ago when i was living in New York City, by David Ramage.
submitted by openheartfreespirit.tumblr.com
“let it go — the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise — let it go it
was sworn to
go
let them go — the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers — you must let them go they
were born
to go
let all go — the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things — let all go
dear
so comes love”
-e.e. cummings