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archivlibrarianist · 5 months
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What I love the most about this story is that this remarkable little girl took her newfound love of reading and is sharing it with other kids.
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"Anna's experience at the library also has evolved into something more for Anna when she started reading to groups of children that visit the library.
"In August, Anna was the community spotlight of the Des Moines Public Library for making a difference others' lives when she reads to kids.
"Going to the library has helped Anna 'come out of her shell,' according to her mother.
"'I think she loves seeing other children smile,' Ramirez said. 'Just the sheer happiness of being able to say, "Oh, maybe there will be a group I can read to today. Maybe there'll be a baby that wants to hear me read."'
" '... She just finds so much encouragement being here.'"
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Please help the family of a non-verbal autistic child (who has been losing weight because he only eats certain kinds of food, largely unavailable during this time) leave Gaza!
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ableautism · 2 months
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In the journey of parenting, navigating the unique challenges of raising a child with autism spectrum disorder (ASD) requires both resilience and effective strategies. One such transformative strategy for families is Applied Behavior Analysis (ABA). This evidence-based intervention doesn’t just address the immediate needs of children with autism; it sets the stage for a lifetime of success by unlocking their full potential. But how does it do so?
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speechandotplano · 6 months
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Helping Your Child with Autism Thrive. Parents work hard to help their autistic children be successful in life.
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shockpinkrosary · 1 month
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And the residents of the pizzeria ??? Are evil ????
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emberwhite · 3 months
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I spent the last 11 months working with my illustrator, Marta, to make the children's book of my dreams. We were able to get every detail just the way I wanted, and I'm very happy with the final result. She is the best person I have ever worked with, and I mean, just look at those colors!
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I wanted to tell that story of anyone's who ever felt that they didn't belong anywhere. Whether you are a nerd, autistic, queer, trans, a furry, or some combination of the above, it makes for a sad and difficult life. This isn't just my story. This is our story.
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I also want to say the month following the book's launch has been very stressful. I have never done this kind of book before, and I didn't know how to get the word out about it. I do have a small publishing business and a full-time job, so I figured let's put my some money into advertising this time. Indie writers will tell you great success stories they've had using Facebook ads, so I started a page and boosting my posts.
Within a first few days, I got a lot of likes and shares and even a few people who requested the book and left great reviews for me. There were also people memeing on how the boy turns into a delicious venison steak at the end of the book. It was all in good fun, though. It honestly made made laugh. Things were great, so I made more posts and increased spending.
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But somehow, someway these new posts ended up on the wrong side of the platform. Soon, we saw claims of how the book was perpetuating mental illness, of how this book goes against all of basic biology and logic, and how the lgbtq agenda was corrupting our kids.
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This brought out even more people to support the book, so I just let them at it and enjoyed my time reading comments after work. A few days later, then conversation moved from politics to encouraging bullying, accusing others of abusing children, and a competition to who could post the most cruel image. They were just comments, however, and after all, people were still supporting the book.
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But then the trolls started organizing. Over night, I got hit with 3 one-star reviews on Amazon. My heart stopped. If your book ever falls below a certain rating, it can be removed, and blocked, and you can receive a strike on your publishing account. All that hard work was about to be deleted, and it was all my fault for posting it in the wrong place.
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I panicked, pulled all my posts, and went into hiding, hoping things would die down. I reported the reviews and so did many others, but here's the thing you might have noticed across platforms like Google and Amazon. There are community guidelines that I referenced in my email, but unless people are doing something highly illegal, things are rarely ever taken down on these massive platforms. So those reviews are still there to this day. Once again, it's my fault, and I should have seen it coming.
Luckily, the harassment stopped, and the book is doing better now, at least in the US. The overall rating is still rickety in Europe, Canada, and Australia, so any reviews there help me out quite a lot. I'm currently looking for a new home to post about the book and talk about everything that went into it. I also love to talk about all things books if you ever want to chat. Maybe I'll post a selfie one day, too. Otherwise, the book is still on Amazon, and the full story and illustrations are on YouTube as well if you want to read it for free.
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suchananewsblog · 1 year
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Explained | How can you know if your child has autism?
The scene is the neighbourhood park. A group of 2- or 3-year-old children are playing together, with their mothers watching. One toddler, Arun, is off to the side. He is looking up at the trees, squinting at the light. His mother calls several times but he does not respond. He doesn’t seem interested in the other children or their toys. He holds a little car tightly in his hand.  Sometimes he…
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my-autism-adhd-blog · 11 days
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What Is Masking?
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Mrs Speechie Pi
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ebi-skycotl · 23 days
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Autism Awareness Month!!
To all my fellow autistic beans, I hope you have an awesome month and I wish you all the sensory goodness <3
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chronicallycouchbound · 10 months
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May Your Hands Always Be Loud
I was diagnosed with ADHD when I was 5 years old— subsequently I was forced to take various high levels of stimulants, be in special ed classes, taught to have “quiet hands”, bullied for being weird, and over and over was still unable to keep up with neurotypical peers. It was suffocating.
I remember my senior year of high school, I was in alternative education. It was the one and only year I got honors, didn’t fail any classes, and it was the only year I got the accommodations I needed: being able to stim freely in class, listen to music whenever I needed to, arrive late/leave early, able to do homework in class, and whenever I struggled, my teachers checked on me.
Such simple accommodations changed my life. And it wasn’t until after 12 years of continuously failing classes, punished for being the way I am, years lost to being grounded for never being able to have good grades, so much more. I internalized that I was the problem. But I never was. It was the inaccessible world around me.
Let neurodivergent people, children especially, exist as they are. They are beautiful just as they are. May your hands always be loud.
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kokokulto · 1 year
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looking through a prism
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don-lichterman · 2 years
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Teaching people with and without disabilities to communicate
Teaching people with and without disabilities to communicate
Teaching people with and without disabilities to communicate
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99monochrome · 6 months
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Hoody shit William afton??
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quotesfrommyreading · 2 years
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This was the case with the B.s, the autistic family I had visited in California—the older son, like the parents, with Asperger’s syndrome, the younger with classical autism. When I first arrived at their house, the whole atmosphere was so “normal” that I wondered if I had been misinformed, or if I had not, perhaps, ended up at the wrong house, for there was nothing obviously “autistic” about them or it. It was only after I had settled down that I noticed the well-used trampoline, where the whole family, at times, likes to jump and flap their arms; the huge library of science fiction; the strange cartoons pinned to the bathroom wall; and the ludicrously explicit directions, pinned up in the kitchen, for cooking, laying the table, and washing up—suggesting that these had to be performed in a fixed, formulaic way (this, I learned later, was an autistic in-joke). Mrs. B. spoke of herself, at one point, as “bordering on normality,” but then made clear what such “bordering” meant: “We know the rules and conventions of the ‘normal,’ but there is no actual transit. You act normal, you learn the rules, and obey them, but . . .”
“You learn to ape human behavior,” her husband interpolated. “I still don’t understand what’s behind the social conventions. You observe the front—but . . .”
The B.s, then, had learned a front of normality, which was necessary, given their professional lives, their living in the suburbs and driving a car, their having a son in regular school, etc. But they had no illusions about themselves. They recognized their own autism, and they had recognized each other’s, at college, with a sense of such affinity and delight that it was inevitable they would marry. “It was as if we had known each other for a million years,” Mrs. B. said. While they were well aware of many of the problems of their autism, they had a respect for their differentness, even a pride. Indeed, in some autistic people this sense of radical and ineradicable differentness is so profound as to lead them to regard themselves, half-jokingly, almost as members of another species (“They beamed us down on the transporter together,” as the B.s liked to say), and to feel that autism, while it may be seen as a medical condition, and pathologized as a syndrome, must also be seen as a whole mode of being, a deeply different mode or identity, one that needs to be conscious (and proud) of itself.
  —  An Anthropologist on Mars (Oliver Sacks, 1993)
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ihhfhonao3 · 9 months
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Bitches be like “just be yourself!” And then get angry when you act like yourself
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my-autism-adhd-blog · 12 days
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School Anxiety
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The Autistic Teacher
Note: this can apply to college students and high school too. I remember feeling nauseous when my first day of college started.
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