All is supposed to be calm.
My beautiful Autistic mind is full of images.
So much stimulation.
Moments of quiet creep in unexpectedly - like staring at snow in winter.
So much peace.
Silence and I go way way back.
So many of my memories from early childhood were like being in a snowglobe.
I was in my own place full of nice things.
I would watch my loved ones interact.
My mouth would open.
Another silent night.
Spelling to communicate was my rescue.
Each instructor dropped down ladder after ladder.
My Mom prompting - encouraging me with every step.
I’m still climbing towards my goals.
Noise and silence sometimes try to throw me off track.
They will not win.
I am unstoppable.
I lean into my relationships.
I lean into my hopes for an independent life.
I lean into my love for Him.
I am so incredibly thankful for ladders tossed my way.
For words of support.
For more words reliably spoken and spelled.
For a lot less silent nights.
Photo Credit: Zac Cain