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Wednesday, April 11, 2012

"J" post 2: Joining

Holidays.
People.
Lots of people.
Talking, touching people.
I'm sorry, we won't be joining you.


Noises.
Relentless, loud noises.
Screaming from all directions.
I'm sorry, we won't be joining you.


Smells.
Strong smells.
Smells that offend.
I'm sorry, we won't be joining you.


Food.
Food that hurts the system.
On every surface in nearly every room.
I'm sorry, we won't be joining you.


Forcing.
Crying.
Melting.
Sweating.
I'm sorry, we won't be joining you.


Redefining celebration.
Peaceful.
Albeit lonely.
Choosing health over holiday.

This is life with autism.


This entry was written in response to the letter prompt "J" in the Blogging A to Z Challenge April 2012.

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1 comment:

  1. We usually had holidays at our house to make things easier for everyone. Our youngest had the food allergies, and the older son was more curious and aggressive - he'd look into every drawer, nook & cranny. Did I mention that I have 3 kids? The oldest is our daughter, who is "normal", and then the 2 boys, both with autism, the older one being severe.) Since the older one has been in a residential school for almost 5 years now, most holidays are back with the in-laws, and I miss hosting! If we're not visiting our son instead.

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