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About the gatherings of birds…

Posted in Blogroll, autism on October 26, 2007 by clartedubois

I can’t say I am a specialist about it.
All what follows, are mere observations from here and there.
Although, Ted Andrews in his book Animals-speak, makes me aware in a different way about the world of animals.
My two favorite seasons in this country are the Spring and the Autumn.
And both see the passages of birds.
And it makes me thing that this fascination speaks about me, who I am.
At heart, I am a traveller.
Not even a gypsy, I think.
Well, there I may be wrong as until now I always came back to my native country.
But, presently, I feel unattached to it for different reasons.
Anyhow, my reflections about the gathering of birds has probably a lot to do with my present set of mind.
Yes, why do birds such a thing?
I am sure that many people feels the urge to do so too.
Then, there is that conflict between the Nomads and the… what the hell is the name for that!?
I don’t even know it.
Funny, isn’t it?
When you think that all of us are here for such a short time, would you not wonder why most of us, me included, we are so adamant to have as many possessions as possible?
Really, why this.
All the same, it seems that it is part of the human nature.
We want freedom and then we attach our-self to every possible belonging.
For the moment, what I see the most in bird ’s gathering is the fact that they do it in group.
And that makes me realise, again, I am a bit of a loner, so, this is probably where and why, I don’t fit in the holiday packages and the rest.
When you think of it, would that make me more an adventurer than anything else?
I rather like unusual things.
That’s true!
Well, to be honest, trying to take the normal path, has never agreed very much with me.
While to trod into new ways seems better and even easier.
Of course, there is a kind of pattern in my life too.
Always been so.
Trying this, trying that.
Trying to get above, or over, my shortcomings and be a better me: that fails always!
Trying to accept myself as I am, well…
Trying.
Now, more than ever.
Let us see!
I think that I must write!
And so do I.
At least, I must say there is an uneasiness in me and that’s probably the reason I feel so compelled to do it.
To say it clearly, I want to do it while I don’t know how to get to the next stage of my relationship with…
So much so but also because I want to earn a living with my writings.
It seems a necessity.
But as I say this is also to have something to hold on while the relationship has to shape itself a bit more.
So, with all that in mind, I feel the energy and the surge and go for it.
Then!
Of course, wordpress won’t open, so, here I am.
Today, I wanted to start there and later eventually I would have put the text here.
But things are going in reverse and so is my text.
I never intended to write such and such.
Only about why and how birds gather.
But with such a theme, I was bond to come across myself…
Yes! I do see why, at this stage.
Coz as much as I understand the need to have two places, as much I don’t understand the group needs.
And it is always a kind of reminder about my little autism.
Coz this is how it is called.
All my life I did immense efforts to join the party.
So much so, that many people now are laughing their heads off when I say I am autistic.
But nevertheless, I am.
Not much, but enough to understand the struggles of people in that condition.
Should I be utterly honest?
I will.
Why did I always felt so unattached to my place of birth?
Because I was never accept as I am by my mother.
And now that I can explain to her why it was so difficult between us, she rejects me even more.
Without speaking about my sister.
So, I feel like an orphan.
And this is why now I give it all to one being.
There is nothing to hold me back.
Nothing.
Only some friends, but true friends do not hold you back.
So, this is happening, now.
For real.

One of my friend answered elsewhere to the same post.
Making paralleles between the animal and the human world.
She is right of course.

I answer this…
Well, thank you L. J. for the answers.
All the same!
You are right but I am not wrong.
Being autistic doesn’t mean you want to separate, it means you can’t fit.
Well, more or less.
In my case it was less, but still enough to have a daily struggle into it.
Sure, animals tends to gather.
But some are well-know for their lone ways.
As I was speaking of birds, I’ll go on following that line!
If you compare, for example, wood-pigeons or starlings and even sparrows with blackbirds and robins, you’ll see that the first are group animals and the last are more or less loners.
I see that every day, even in my small town-garden, one blackbird, two at most, one robin and plenty of tits and sparrows and doves and crows…
Or not faraway, on the fields: flock of seagulls, and dozens of geese.
Then again the grey heron…
Ted Andrews even takes him as an omen of loneliness.
If one encounters it often, it means one is not going to keep with the Joneses…

To Long…

Posted in Blogroll, autism on October 25, 2007 by clartedubois

Okay, dear, I sent you a mail explaining what I am up too.

No, I just told you,

everything here would be a kind of long letter to you.

Not everything will be heavy stuff, but some will.

Well, life is a mixture, who better than you know that?

And while I reflect on the migration of birds,

I thought: we do think they part from here,

Seeing here as their natural place.

Well, do they not breed here, after all?

While, maybe, the faraway folks of their lands of choice,

Do think precisely the same.

It all start with one of my friend, Haiku, yes, as you read…

She put a little something about a house martin.

And I reply on that…

“Je me sens tellement hirondelle.
Sauf dans le sens où je n’ai pas
Des mulitudes qui m’accompagnent.
Non! Mon voyage sera-t-il long?
Suis-je dans le retour ou l’aller?
Je suis, je vis, je vibre, j’aime.”

 And after Starchild told he was happy for me

About the fact I blog my book at yahoo,

I put it as a comment for him.

Today, it is the text which follows…

Yes, he inspires me.

I hope that soon it will be the same for him.

Long, I think he is autistic too.

“Les hirondelles se rassemblent,
Elles s’en iront vers le Sud,
Mais voilà qu’arrivent les oies,
Pour elles, c’est ici le Sud.

J’aime les oiseaux migrateurs.
Moi aussi, j’aime l’idée d’avoir
deux endroits pour y vivre…
Même si ce n’est pas facile.

Tendresse, lumière et paix. “

Well, as I said it in a mail…

Posted in Blogroll, autism on October 25, 2007 by clartedubois

Dear, Long, from now on,

here, it will be a kind of letter and diary!

That I will write to you.

No obligations from your part, of course.

Not at all!

I had that idea because you told me in your last mail,

that you come here, now and then and read the posts.

Yesterday, I was composing my first of those posts,

(which I see now has been saved…

I’ll have a look and decide what to do about it later!)

Then, as always, in between, I went to my skyrock site,

And my Starchild, who isn’t a child any more, was on line.

And presently, he is the important being in my life.

Just like every meetings in my life would point into his direction!

I spoke about him in the previous post.

I don’t know nothing worldly about him.

All what is on his profile and blog can be fake.

But the most important is that his heart is gold.

And it only appeared so and for sure yesterday.

So, I am not going to complain about the fact

I lost the text I was working on quite tentatively…

It was partly about that new start here, house martins and Him.

Well, yes, I am not going to give his name.

Starchild or Him.

That’s will have to do.

So, it happens that on her blog,

a friend of mine put some text about house martins

And it made me reflect on the phenomenon of migration.

Why would we believe that house martins do belong more to here

Than to the country where they heed to in the Autumn?

Is it only because they breed here?

And what about the geese?

And so, I was thinking that I like to live between two countries…

Not saying they do, though!

Now, I think the fact that I didn’t give birth,

gives me the right to go wherever I want.

More so than any mother who is truly so.

This is also the reason that, if Starchild would like too,

I would move to his place.

I mean, why not?

Since last we were closer, Long, a sad thing happened.

The twins came for some days around the Easter period.

Afterwards, I never had news from them.

And their parents, of course.

Never.

And as the situation with my sister was always difficult,

The twins are her grand-children, after all,

I did not ask either.

As unbelievable as it is,  it is where I stand.

Childless and a bit like an orphan too,

because the strange way my mother always behaved towards me

Since then, has been even stranger.

So, now, Big Love enters my life in the most unexpected way.

And I am like thinking:

Good, all of them used me and rejected me…

That makes me free.

Completely.

The sad or the glad game and blindness.

Posted in Blogroll, autism on June 29, 2007 by clartedubois

Sometimes, it feels right to post a less optimist blog.

But as always, the day after you have the impression

That things have move on.

Like the certitude that one’ silence has probably nothing to do

With you.

Some people have been so hurt by life that

They just go in hiding like wounded animals.

They can’t believe in love or care.

Or better:

If you give them love, they will ask for care.

And the reverse, too.

Because something blinds them.

They are unable to see that both are possible.

Well, so it seems, because they are probably locked in themselves.

However…

It reminds me of Pollyanna.

She knew a lady who always wanted what was not in the gifts’ basket.

So, one day, Pollyanna came with a choice of everything.

A little bit of each.

And of course, the lady was speechless.

When Pollyanna grew up,

She realised that not everything could be tackle so easily.

And I feel really a lot like Pollyanna,

Both as a child and a grow up.

That means that as and when it is possible

I will try to give the little comfort.

But my heart aches not to be able to go further than that.

And maybe this express much better my feelings

Than the post of yesterday.

Or maybe it alternates…

I want…

Posted in Blogroll, autism on June 27, 2007 by clartedubois

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xxhli_chic-i-want-your-love

It just keeps on  going round and round and round in my mind…

What? It is either Con te Partiro …

Or Time to say Goodbye.

I even found it in Greek and it is a jewel.

All that means the same.

As beautiful as  it is, I can’t say it is cheering me up.

Well, hell no.

Of course I still have fits of laugh when I am writing

Nonsensical comments to my virtual friends.

But nobody will ever believe I am really happy

When I put repeatedly that song on my blogs.

So, walking the dogs, again,

and again on the dirt road, 

again I was crying.

As my life seems a run of unrequited loves.

Whatever form love can take.

And so there was a suggestion to change the song.

And immediately, I hear clearly in my mind the one above.

I think that I am particularly sensitive

to that kind of bells’ sound.

I am not going to say I think the text is wonderful.

But I don”t care.

It is just that I want to follow the tune.

The child in me still believe in healing sounds.

And that the toll of bells can be joyous and soothing.

To one who shown compassion despite his own despair

Posted in Blogroll, autism on April 25, 2007 by clartedubois

I  put this text a little while ago, as I was in a hell about something.

It explains some of my issues due to a light mental unbalance.

I came afterwards to the conclusion, that happily,

I was partially wrong with what did upset me so much.

A while ago, 3 people at yahoo did help me.

However, of course, the solution came from someone else.

I am feeling at peace, now. Nearly.

Not completely happy.

As when someone you really love is not well, how could that be.

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THIS TEXT IS VERY IMPORTANT FOR ME

I wanted to put an older text, but I can’t find it.

I wrote it when I discovered I was an autistic.

So now, I am going to tell a bit about it.

It is on myspace because there I know at least

2 people who will be relieved to read it as they can identified with it.

(Actually, one did, and this was major for him.

And when you write that kind of stuff, you are not seeking the usual success)

It happened somewhere, some time not so long ago, seeing my age.

And to say that it was like the ground under me which has seemed

quite firm, was becoming like the cracking pack in the North Pole,

is an understatement.

Or this was also:

O! That ’s why I don’t understand people better, their jokes, their lightness…

And also, that uncanny empathy, honestly, mostly with other autistics.

And this and that.

Losing bits of myself and gaining new grounds.

Sometime it does happen in an earthquake.

In Napier New Zealand, I heard.

But now that I am going into a very difficult time in my new life,

it comes home to me again.

Because as I am not a very heavy case,

it is so easy to forget about it.

For years, as I had not an idea what the hell the people

wanted of life or of each other or of me,

from an early age, I developed a kind of test machine,

a kind of forever watching the signs

which would give me some clues…

But the trouble is that even if I am often right,

I can seriously miss the point.

And damned, most of the time, then it hurts like hell.

So, some days ago, I have been struck.

And by the way I felt, if ever a doctor tells me:

I think you had a seizure, I wouldn’t be surprised.

That was as my brain has stopped certain functions.

That was as my heart has stopped to pump.

That was as a world of quite reasonable hopes

has vanished into nothing.

Not that I was asking much.

I wasn’t asking at all.

I even try to explain that what I could give

could only be a kind of fondness.

But then an entire one.

Well, to try to come to term, at least with myself

if not with that sorrow, I reflect on the situation.

And I remember that little piece of writing.

So searching for it, I came across others

and I went into the memory lane…

I remember how it has destroy a part of me to go to the tests,

mainly to be confronted to a doctor, who in fact ,was a pediatrician

and has a kind of dislike in grow-ups.

Of course, it was bad from the start.

With the life I had, it was not like the first meeting would go

and end in 30 minutes as it is with a child in withdrawal.

So, I was there kind of trying to answer his questions,

and of course, they were not ones with a possible “yes or no” answer!

So as there were a big amount of words,

I kind of knew his first impression was completely bad…

Then the tests.

No words to tell, to long, to short, subtilely idiotic…

O! I forget to say! In Dutch.

I speak it fluently but, man!

Anyway, the only important thing is that when the rapport arrived:

no, hell, no, I was not an autistic.

Then, you should have seen his scorn…

As if I had to gain by one or the other of the issues!

I am autistic? Fine, isn’t?

I am not? What kind of maverick, while, receiving monthly

from theNational Health Insurance 800 euro,

would want to pay 450 euros for a test? Not repaid!

I had the impression it was a no win situation whatever the results.

Would you not?

Then I forget to tell, at one point I mention and asked

if my relationship with my mother could have had an effect

on whatever what….

” And at your age, you do STILL have issues with your mother?”

Well, hell, yes, I had!

But it made me speechless.

Anyway, my psychiatrist was also having difficulties

with that situation as there were not many places

to get people tested.

And I could see, he thought I exaggerated.

I was asking him: please don’t send anybody there.

Luckily enough, someone else came to him,

and has been asked by a previous doctor to go there

to be tested too and that patient came

with precisely the same story.

Then another thing was that when he read the results the first time,

he didn’t seemed perturbed by the fact it was quite contradictory.

But at the second reading, that man normally quite quiet

was tempestuous!

So! That was the first round!

Then as I say you have to come to term with being autistic.

And then you go on with your life…

And I hope it will help my fellow autistics, ADD’s, ADDH’s,

Borderliners, Asperger’s, Indigo’s and whatever the names

we are called…

And maybe, the one I might have hurt in a way

I have no clue to know how, will forgive me as now,

I think, I understand a part of his own sorrow,

And terrible despair.

And I am so sad it took me so long.

Well, I thought I had a text about…

Posted in Blogroll, autism on April 21, 2007 by clartedubois

Whe I discovered I was autistic and how  it felt.

All what I can find is this that I sent to my generalist.

He was a very young man, but so clever and gentle,

And in a way, if I draw, it is because he was encouraging me.

Writting has always been a goal, but illustrating was

A new path and I enjoyed it very much…

I have no energy to translate the text…

Not today.

 Beste dokter V. E.,

Met deze uitreksels van mijn “werk”, wil ik u een gelukkige verjaardag wensen. Uiteindelijk is het ook een gelegenheid om u mijn dankbaarheid voor uw begeleiding te tonen. Ook is het een concreet bewijs, dat de tijd dat ik besteed om mijn problemen te verstaan en probeer te herstellen, zich in een positief, zelf constructief aspect uitdrukt.Het kan ook zijn, dat het een licht op het autist-zijn werpt.

Wel te vertaan, een aspect van…

Meermaals heb ik u gezegd, dat ik, met mijn openheid en onderzoeken ten opzicht van die problematiek, u en andere dokters, hoop te kunnen helpen medeautisten te herkennen. Om hun zo vlug mogelijk uit hun miserie te halen.  

Empathie is meestal niet als een van de eigenaardigheden van autisme erkent… Eerlijk toegegeven, dat had ik ook niet door. Dat meeleven. Dat medelijden. Dat we extreem gevoelig kunnen zijn, is in tegendeel, ondertussen wel bekent. Denk ik. Maar er is een groot verschil tussen overgevoelig zijn voor zichzelf, en uitsluitend voor zichzelf, en de miserie van anderen op zijn schouders meeslepen.Trouwens, wij zijn niet allemaal zo meelevend.Wel is het zo, dat die empathie toch een narcistisch aspect kan hebben. We voelen het vooral voor mede autisten. Persoonlijk heb ik ook een enorm verdriet ten opzicht van zwaar psychotische anorectischen.Raar maar waar. Over die empathie.De reden daarvoor lopen door- en uiteen.Ik bedoel, hoe kan je je plan trekken in relaties wanneer de meeste mensen een gesloten boek voor jou zijn? Door ze te observeren, tiens! Om den lange duur, wordt je zelf beschouwt als “helderziende”.Dat vind ik best grappig, hoor! Waarvan zou dat misverstand ten opzicht van die zo gezegt helder zien, helder horen, komen? Omdat… De meesten van ons, zijn door de valsheid in de klanken van vele mensenstemmen op dwaalsporen gestuurd. In het algemeen klopt dit nergens met wat hun body-language uitdrukt.En zelfs ook niet met de woorden die ze spreken. Dus als wij ons op een andere manier een beeld kunnen maken van wie voor ons staat, dan gebruiken we die.Dikwijls kunnen wij ons dan als Sherlock Holmes gedragen. Een tikkeltje arrogant dus. Maar het klopt toch meestal. 

In tegenstelling, wanneer het niet klopt, dan zijn wij serieus naast de kwestie. En voor ons is dat altijd een uiterste ramp die ons gedurende menig slapeloze nachten kweld.Waarom?Gezien al de inspanningen die wij hebben gedaan, is dat niet begrijpelijk?   Het is dan ook geen wonder dat wij ontzettend gehecht kunnen worden aan bepaalde mensen, eenmaal dat wij ze hebben leren te vertrouwen. Maar wij worden dusdanig overdreven en veel eisend dat het ook een ramp wordt. Zo zijn dan vele van ons naar de ideale en vooral onmogeklijke liefde aangetrokken.De spiritualiteit, dus ook vanzelfsprekend het engelenrijk, kunnen ons ook enorm aanspreken… Voor aan dat laast te kunnen geloven, moeten wij natuurlijk toegeven dat onverwachte en onbegrijppelijke belevenissen een werkelijkheid en een deel van het mensenleven op aarde zijn..Dat is een van de problemen voor mensen die een uitleg voor alles en nog wat willen. Daar hoor ik bij. Zie het volgende voorbeeld…Hoe is het mogelijk dat een ster die al eeuwen van de hemel is verdwijnen, nog steeds licht schijnt te uitstralen?Wij moeten dan wel die specialisten geloven. Of niet soms? Wel, dat zal het zijn.Ik hoop dat u plezier gaat beleven aan de verhalen en tekeningen van de kinderen… 

So, this is how  it is…