My woorde was nog altyd in my kop, maar dit was oor ons S2C begin gebruik het, dat almal nou weet van my woorde wat nie by my mond kan uitkom nie. Dit wat my lewe was voor my woorde kon uitkom, kan ons nie ‘n lewe noem nie. Dit was so sleg dat my woorde nie genoeg is om daarvan te vertel nie.
Om te sê dat my lewe nou beter geraak het sedert ek kan kommunikeer, is nie reg nie. Ek lewe eers vandat ek kan kommunikeer.
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My body learns a lesson.
It is not every day that we can do stuff like other families. When we do something different than usual, my body does not want to cooperate. Because we can now tell each other what is bothering us, we can handle the strange situations better.
My lyf leer ‘n les.
Om ‘n nuwe ding aan te pak is my grootste uitdaging. Omdat ons mekaar nou kan vertel wat ons pla, kan ons die vreemde situasies beter hanteer. As ons nie vir mekaar kan sê wat aangaan nie, sal hulle nooit verstaan wat met my gebeur nie.
My Dad is my hero
My pa is ‘n gewone pappa wat ‘n ongewone seun gekry het. Dit was nie wat my pappa wou hê nie, daarvan is ek oortuig. MAAR my pappa het MY droom laat waar word
I’m not a box full of broken parts.
I’m autistic. But autism isn’t everything I am. I’m not broken. Appreciate me for my whole being.
Ek is nie ‘n boks vol stukkende parte nie.
Ek is outisties. Ek is nie stukkend nie. Outisme is nie alles wat ek is nie. Waardeer my vir my hele menswees.
My plans for 2021
Best wishes for everyone reading my blog for 2021 and thank you for helping me share my experiences and plans with the world so that other children, like me, can also be helped.
Bye bye, tablet, hello girlfriend.
Because I can’t speak, my tablet was my only company. Now I’m part of another world which is completely different from when I couldn’t communicate.
NON-SPEAKING JOY
My greatest day since being able to communicate, was SpellX 2020. I have always dreamed of making my words be heard over the world so that people can hear what I have to say about my most beautiful words and the way my body and my disruptive ways are my prison. My words are nowContinue reading “NON-SPEAKING JOY”
My stupid body comes second
my brain finally gets enough exercise so that I can make peace with my body that does not do what I want it to do
my silent voice/ my stil stem 