honestly....I cant judge anyone in this situation. One of my parents had to fight very hard not to do a murder/suicide with me as a teen, but said parent fought the agony and we both survived. Sometimes when things get so bad, caretakers are unable to see past the despair of that moment in time. However, we both survived and I overcome far more than the experts expected. The "doctors" told my parents that I would never experience peace, never be able to live outside of an insitution. They basicly told them I had no hope for a future. Well I been to college, lived on my own, enjoyed life quite well. I have overcome so much more than anyone thought possible for me. I am the testimony that the darkest hour is not the the destination. One day, I hope to start a hotline for parents in this hour. Because she was not able to see beyond the darkness of life at that moment, her son will not have a chance in this life to one day blossom. He was essentually nipped in the bud. I know he was in his early 20's, but I was in my early 30's before I really was able to come into my own. I not saying that would have happened to him or not, He may have gone on into his 60's and still been LFA needing alot of care, but he still had value. Every person no matter how great or small, have something to teach us. Even if this young man only could teach people compassion, he would have done a great service to humanity who desperately needs it.
One day, when life allows me to, I am going back to school to be an art therapist. I want to be self employed as an Non-profit art therapist for those with autism like me. Art gave me a voice, brought me out of that darkness...it still does everyday.
I believe un-judged creativity can give a voice to even the most autistic of us. I dont claim to cure...I claim to do more than that...to give voice to those who have trouble finding it. Within this program, I would like to do a hotline for caretakers like this woman.
With the right resources, many lives can be saved.
Jojo
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All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.
-James Baldwin