|trouble (trouble) wrote,|
@ 2009-12-03 05:29 pm UTC
[Background music is ominous, including the sound of a child wailing or crying. The voice over is aggressive and male. Images are of a variety of children, mostly male, alone in the park, on the beach, on a bike, in a playground, etc.]
Voiceover: I am autism. I am visible in your children, but if I can help it, I am invisible to you until it's too late. I know where you live, and guess what? I live there to. I hover around all of you. I know no colour barrier, no religion, no morality, no currency. I speak your language fluently.and with every voice I take away, I acquire yet another language.
I work very quickly. I work faster than pediatric AIDs, Cancer and Diabetes combined.
And if you are happily married, I will make sure your marriage fails. Your money will fall into my hands and I will bankrupt you for my own self-gain.
I don't sleep, so I make sure you don't either.
I will make it virtually impossible for your family to easily attend a temple, a birthday party, a public park, without a struggle, without embarrassment, without pain.
You have no cure for me. Your scientists don't have the resources, and I relish their desperation. Your neighbours are happier to pretend that I don't exist, of course, until it's their child.
I am autism. I have no interest in right or wrong. I derive great pleasure out of your loneliness. I will fight to take away your hope. I will plot to rob you of your children and your dreams. I will make sure that every day you wake up, you will cry, wondering, "who will take care of my child after I die?"
And the truth is, I am still winning, and you are scared. And you should be.
I am autism. You ignored me. That was a mistake.
[Background music changes to one more hopeful, and instead of crying, there's the sound of children laughing. Images change so that family and/or friends walk into every frame, with lots of love and affection. The tone turns from despair to hope. Instead of one voice, it is many, male and female, almost all adults. All accents sound American.]
And to autism I say: I am a father, a mother, a grandparent, a brother, a sister. We will spend every waking hour trying to weaken you.
We don't need sleep because we will not rest until you do.
Family can be much stronger than autism ever anticipated and we will not be intimated by you, nor will the love and strength of my community.
I am a parent riding towards you, and you can push me off this horse time and time again but I will get up, climb back on and ride on with the message.
Autism, you forget who we are. You forget who you are dealing with. You forget the spirit of mothers and daughters and fathers and sons.
We are Kattar, United Kingdom, United States, Argentina, Russia, the Europe Union. We are United Nations.
We are coming together in all climates. We call on all faiths. We search with technology, and voodoo, prayer and herbs, genetic studies and a growing awareness you never anticipated.
We have had challenges, but we are the best when overcoming them.
We speak the only language that matters. Love for our children. Our capacity to love is greater than your capacity to overwhelm.
Autism is naive. You are alone. We are a community of warriors.
We have a voice.
You think because some of our children cannot speak, we cannot hear them? That is Autism's weakness.
You think that because my child lives behind a wall I am afraid to knock it down with my bare hands?
You have not properly been introduced to this community of parents and grandparents, of siblings and friends, of school teachers, therapists, pediatricians and scientists.
Autism, if you are not scared, you should be.
When you came for my child you forgot, you came for me.
Autism. Are you listening?