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My Story Begins
I am Fisher Stephens. My age is
17, and I have autism. I do not talk, because it is
very hard to make my mouth say the words that fly from my
head. I can type, so I do that. I like to type
because it helps me become free to let out the pictures in
my head. I see many pictures all the time.
Sometimes it is hard for me to slow them down. Dad
gives me medicine. It helps. Sometimes the
pictures fly in my head so fast that I have to shake my
hands and make some grunting noises. People look at
me when that happens. I take medicine to help me
calm down too.
My dad has the name Paul. My mom
is not living anymore. I am not sure how she stopped
living this life, but she was sick for a very long
time. Dad says she is fine now, and we will live
together again someday. I miss mom. Before she
got so sick, she would read to me. I liked that.
When I was really little, she would make a soft place in
bed with lots of blankets. We would watch my
favorite movies and cuddle. We would eat lots of
snacks and popcorn. Usually, I would fall asleep in bed,
feeling safe with mom by my side. Every kid should
know that feeling. Mom had a lot of love to give,
but she wore out before she could give it all.
I did not like to go in her room when she was very
sick. Her room felt dark and cold to me. I am
happy her sickness is all gone now, but I miss all the
love she gave me. (Paul Nelson. pcncan@hotmail.com,
teacher)
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