Close your eyes and imagine that communication is your biggest struggle. It feels like you’re running into a brick wall every time you speak to others. It doesn’t matter whether you’re under pressure at work or relaxing with people closest to you. You may know exactly what to say, but have know idea how to say it. Or you may know how to say it, but the words don’t come out exactly as you hoped. When others speak to you, you may or may not understand what they’re saying. Sometimes you wish you were neurotypical so that communication doesn’t have to be a daily fight.
At the same time, you think about your twin sister. She’s autistic as well. However, she’s unable to communicate and care for herself effectively. She’s able to tell someone something is wrong. She’s able to feed herself, wash herself, and keep her room tidy. She’s unable to work and maintain a home; the two things you are fortunately doing right now. In your mind, you’re thinking “what does her future look like? I know I have my struggles, but there’s someone in my family who’s struggling much more every day.”
This is my reality. I have come to the realization that there are those who have it way worst in the world. I began looking at my disability as a reason to chase my dreams of becoming a writer. “Having a positive outlook on life” is the example I hope to set for autistic children, adults and their families worldwide. Each day I tell myself, “no more hiding. No more feeling sorry for yourself. It’s time to show the world the calling God placed within you.”
I admit, I’m scared. However, the fear will not be an obstacle. Wherever this new journey leads me, I’m super blessed that I’ve gained the courage of calling myself a writer.
I’m writing this to tell you this: Accept yourself. We all have gifts and flaws. It took me years to accept my disability and much longer to call myself a writer. If I can come to terms with myself, I know you can too 🙂🙃