I don’t know how to start this. I’ve always wanted to start a blog but never had the courage to actually do it. It’s one of those things we want to do – like go to the gym, watch a sunset by the pyramids or swim with dolphins – but we usually let life get in the way.
The blog tips I got from various friends were “Be yourself”, “Spell check” and “Pick a theme, write about something you’re passionate about”. I had a little run-in with blog writing a couple of months back and wrote a post about unemployment and the woes of being a law graduate in the state of today’s economy. But that’s not passion, its frustration and complaining; don’t want to put that out there in the world.
My brother, that’s what I’m passionate about. I think I realised this would be my theme a couple of days ago when I read a guest blog article on BBC about how autistic children are presented with special jargon phrases. Mark Neary captured it completely; it made me laugh out loud and at the same time gave me the courage to write this. The way society and the social care systems view autistic children is nothing short of irritating.
So I wanna talk about this small-town hero who is my inspiration and the driving force behind everything I do, accomplish or become in life.
“10 Confessions of an Autism Sister” published on The Mighty http://bit.ly/1MLEXIz.
“5 things my brother’s Autism stole from me” published on Autism Daily Newscast http://bit.ly/1IZB7MF