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Wednesday, August 5, 2026

Sociological Imagination Autobiography by Trevor Paal


In his book The Sociological Imagination, C.W. Mills explains that individuals feel alienated because they cannot see the connection between their experiences, society and history. Some people are so wrapped up in their own problems that they can't see how history and societal forces have caused their troubles. Some concepts of the Sociological Imagination mark my life experiences. It is hard for me to risk independence with autism and apraxia. Most people have some idea of what autism is. Apraxia is a neurological disorder characterized by the inability to perform purposeful movements or gestures despite having the physical capability and understanding to do so. The struggle of my life is to not need so much help with activities in my day.

Ever since I was young, autism has been an alienating factor in my life. Whether it's socializing or making friends, my brain needs so many different stimuli to function. Getting my body to cooperate is like moving a mountain. I cannot stop moving and it diminishes my feeling of autonomy having others help me all the time. I need my real thoughts not so measured by my nonspeaking identity. It makes me mad and I feel intensely helpless to change others’ perceptions of me. I really want society to change how alienating it is to have autism and apraxia. 

I’m making some progress in making purposeful movements. It helps if people are patient in giving me time to learn. Sometimes I get dysregulated and make a lot of noise. I really try to control my challenging body but I struggle.  Having no control makes me frustrated. It makes it difficult for my caring aides to help me. They would not need training to work with me if society was more inclusive.  It’s not really helpful to not see my efforts and assume I freak out on purpose. 

Growing up I felt excluded from regular education. I learned very little in elementary school because I was in special education. I was blamed for this exclusion because of my disability rather than being included. This is like the concept of blaming good people’s biology for problems in society. When I was 8, I learned to communicate using a letterboard. My world all changed.  Gone was the frustration of making real efforts to use communication apps that were too hard for my motor skills.  My spelling allowed me to show I understood regular education.  However, teachers and administrators at school didn’t give me access to my letterboard so I could not show my intelligence. Even though my parents advocated for me to be able to use it, the school refused.  It was a violation of my right to choose the best communication method for me under the Americans with Disabilities Act. The same thing happened to many nonspeaking autistics across the country.  Other students intensely advocated and it became not just a personal trouble. It became a public issue. Loud advocacy is still needed.

In middle school, I was still in special education but had no nonspeaking peers. I really hated school because those teachers intensely babied me. I had no meaningful education. I responded with apathy. In addition,so much stimuli resulted in information overload.  It added to my overall sense of alienation.   

Definite improvement came during COVID when I was homeschooled with my letterboard to communicate my understanding of general education. In high school, I

earned the regular subjects at a small school for nonspeaking autistics. Recently I

have been taking classes at NOVA and I am happy to have my letterboard as an

accommodation.

It is hard for me to see in history that most people didn’t want to make or sustain efforts to include people with disabilities. It was not until 1973 that Section 504 of the Rehabilitation Act was passed giving civil rights to people with disabilities in federally-funded programs.  Before that, people with disabilities could not attend public school. In 1990, the Americans with Disabilities Act expanded rights of people with disabilities to state and local governments and private employers. I am as troubled by the frank inclusive language of the ADA that is not being followed as I am at the lack of inclusion in school.  I get angry that the law is not being implemented for quality of life for people with disabilities.  School administrators have no right to exclude autistics and they do it anyway. Advocates sharing some real stories of the struggles of autistics makes people angry that they need to change how they view disability.  The lack of shared values makes it hard to make progress in inclusion of people with disabilities. 

I really see lack of inclusion as moral breakdown because interest in helping others has changed in modern society. Not so many people respect the golden rule that you should treat others the way you want to be treated.  

In artistic, caring settings, I have seen people shift their perspectives on disability. In my painting classes, there is a critique at the end of the class by professional artists.  There is a discussion with real comments from nonspeakers who spell on a letterboard. The artists critiquing the paintings mentioned that they never

heard such intelligent comments from nonspeaking people.  Their perspectives

definitely changed from not being aware of the intelligence of nonspeaking autistics to

amazement that wisdom exists in the minds of nonspeakers. 

Mills says that when you see the connection between individual biology, history and society it may empower you to make changes in society. Some say Martin Luther King recognized this and it made him able to have a great impact on civil rights. I definitely want to make a difference in how society views autism: not as really sad but just different. Marginalizing me makes some people feel better or more all right because they don’t have my challenges. I really see having autism as a major challenge but not giving me no reason to hope for a happy life.


Tuesday, July 7, 2026

Rithik Sinhasan

 

              





                              

Wednesday, June 24, 2026

Wonder who we really are by Arth S.

 




In a mesmerizing lasting summer hour

Resting on a sleepy star

Hastened, wearing purple masks

Some thoughts on who we really are


Seeds of golden ageless trees 

Dreams of painted destinies

Thoughts of river, rain and stars

Wonder who we really are.



Tuesday, June 9, 2026

Ekphrastic Poem by Fox

 



Nice babbling
It's peaceful
It's lovely
Not quiet
But not loud
I have so many memories
In this place I haven't visited
It's made for me

Wednesday, May 13, 2026

On Becoming an Adult by Ryan Shank-Rowe

 


I'm excited to become an adult.
I'm excited to try to be able to live with other friends.
I know it will be somewhat difficult but I am ready for the challenge.
Having a goal is always inspiring and I know I can do it with some help. 

Ryan Shank-Rowe

Tuesday, May 5, 2026

Collaborative Poem Inspired by Sasha's Poem

 

      
Sometimes I wonder what is love.
Is it the communication of trees?
Is it mine for the asking?
Is it giving a smile in the hard times?
Is it a melody?
Is it family?
Is it a baby’s smile?
Is it car rides through tunnels and along the mountain side?
Is it my friends supporting chats?
Is it beating of a heart?
Is it something from within or above?
Sometimes I wonder what is love?  
Is it sitting and sharing words with friends?
Is it friends who understand you?
Is it the sunshine on your face?
Is it happy light?
Is it a gentle kiss on the cheek? 
Is it walking on the cloud?

Sunday, April 26, 2026

Finding Community by Luke Schneider

 

Caring Connections

Opportunity to Grow

Melding Minds

Making Friends

Understanding Self and Others

No Judgement

Inquiry

Trusted Guides

You Are IN!”

Friday, April 3, 2026

Sometimes I Wonder What is Love...By Sasha Rainer

 



Sometimes I wonder what is love. 

Is it a flower’s happy song? 

Is it a ringing growth of trees? 

Is it a charming trill of birds

Awaking beautiful sunrise?

Is it an ocean morning waves

That whisper peacefully and nice? 

Is it a smile on your face,

Or holding hands, or darling eyes? 

Sometimes I wonder what is love.

Is it a friendly mother’s voice?

Her soothing song, her wise advice,

Her words of love to memorize.

Is it a warm, comforting home

Stored in your heart?

When times are rough, come back,

And worries of the day 

Will disappear sure enough. 

Sometimes I wonder what is love.

Love dwells in every word above.


Thursday, March 19, 2026

Group Poem in Response to Sophia's Poem

 

If you knew what I know      
I'd know we'd understand each other

If you knew what I know
You would delight in the day and not worry, fret, or fray.
      
If you knew what I know
You'd be revelling in what's to come
      
If you knew what I know
I would quietly ask you to spell your truth.
      
If you knew what I know      
Your heart would soften. Your mind would slow down.
      
If you knew what I know      
Then silence would reveal hope and words would bring you triumph.
      
If you knew what I know
You would slay the dragons of fear and face life with brave learning
      
If you knew what I know
You would feel more love than you could hold.  And you would see what we all want is to be accepted and loved
      
If you knew what I know
You would be brightest star
      
If you knew what I know
You would say real change is possible.
As people see real nonspeaking intelligence they will embrace it.
      
If you knew what I know      
You would make more than moments of understanding but would make me respond honestly more often
      
If you knew what I know
You would’ve been more kind to me.
      
If you knew what I know
You would not waste a single moment on anything that is not full of grace

Aiden Levy Sirius XM Radio Host

 


Hi friends! When I wrote an article with my dad last fall about my journey, I was asked to write a bit about myself for a video. I wanted to share this with you to give you more insight into my life. Thank you!



Monday, March 16, 2026

A poem by Sophia Kapoor

 

If you knew what I know

You wouldn't despair

You would let go

And ease

You must not let

Hurt and angst

Wound you

Callous indifference

Pierce you

Worry consume you

The lack of friends, milestones

Jarring harsh truths

Consume you

It all eases in its own way

We all come with our own unique story

Some call it destiny

But I have learnt

To be in the moment

Not expect or control the outcomes

Is that what maturity is 

Sunday, March 8, 2026

Hallucinations by Ruhi Khanna

 

Need story notes, brain is fried

Neurotic stray ideas have dried

Should it be a love glow?

Should it be a death blow?

Can you put a twist?

Can you hide a tryst?

Will it happen in a manor?

Will it play in a banner?

Does our curse lives on tomorrow?

Does the girl have time to borrow?

What seeds rise from the fire?

What races survive the mire?

When will the story end?

Before it begins or when I hit send?

Devon's Spirituality Documentary



On a previous post, you saw some of our spellers' reflections on our friend Devon's spirituality documentary. For those who would be interested in seeing it for yourselves, the link is attached below. It is an amazing watch and I am sure you will be as moved by it as much as we were!

https://youtu.be/Kp0GGyNNy-U 

Wednesday, February 25, 2026

Daydreaming by Miller Laffoon

 

February 25th, 2026


I’m sitting and thinking and wondering something strange.

If a magical man came to wash my autism away,


Would I let him? I’m not so sure I would.

I think many might let him, if they could.


But mine is a flying sparrow that is loving and sweet.

It means a lot to be given special gifts that are a treat.


I sing with my mom and I read with my dad.

So much time together that I wouldn’t have had.


I have so many friends in so many places.

A group of angels with familiar, kind faces.


I appreciate studying and reading is a wonder.

I sometimes think that maybe autism isn’t a blunder.


I wouldn’t have all of this if I had a typical mind.

I might not sit and really listen and I might not have time,


To share all of my thoughts and paint the world with colors so bold,

I might not appreciate nature and be in a hurry to get old.


I might be silly and maybe I’m just plain wrong,

But I think autism is the heart and melody of my most magnificent song.

Friday, February 20, 2026

Spirituality Reflections of Our Book Club

 These spirituality reflections are in response to a spirituality documentary by our friend, Devon


Aiden-I find most majestic peace in nature

Nadia-Nature and ancestors are where spirit dances me

Fox-Do make the best of being in nature, it's good for mind and body

Brielle-God loves us quietly. We are all a family.

Brynn-I feel very strongly that God has a purpose for all of our lives. Life is a beautiful gift and I am blessed

Thomas-I have prayed in nature

Devon-If I could add one more thing it would be that spirituality is in everything even in inanimate objects

Pablo-Want to say that spirituality has to touch every moment that I live. It is in understanding and friends and good food and prayer and music. I am a spiritual being

Aulton-It's hard to explain, but taking a note from Devon, I would say God shows us love through his creations including everything in nature and all of our blessings. My relationship with Him is personal and sacred.

Quince-I would have talked about so nice that I can make my body run. I feel true freedom from my disability when I run

Miller-Calling on all Speller's to show the world that love is silent. I love to silently show that love isn't loud. God hears all we have to say and so do those that love us.