Learning to accept my autistic son | By Eve Reiland (nee Hinson) circa 2008

(Originally posted Apr 17 2008 12:00am) My son was born after midnight during the cooler days of May, before the Central Valley could blaze triple-digit temperatures. The delivery room was packed full of people. The doctor, several nurses, my husband, my parents and my mother-in-law were in attendance. As my son emerged into the world, …

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Cop “Gifts” Attempted Murderer in Court with Bottle of Lotion

Kevin Rojas ambushed and shot an undercover Jacksonville police officer multiple times during a traffic stop in 2016 was sentenced to life behind bars this past Wednesday. In March 2016, Rojas had an altercation with his girlfriend when he produced a gun, fired it a few times and indicated the day may be his last. Rojas then took off in a car and began driving erratically. That’s when the officer who was taking his son to school decided to pull Rojas over. That’s when the then 19-year-old began shooting through the windshield of the officer’s car. Three bullets hit the officer, including in the face. Luckily, the officer’s son was not struck. The officer fired back as Rojas ran away. Rojas then stole a truck and raced back to his neighborhood, barricading himself inside his home after crashing the truck…

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Peels of Thunder

Jake Allen Sharp

Peels of thunder as if from the throne

Feels like lightning inside my bones

I throw up my hands

I have no control

I don’t understand

Which way do I go?

I turn to the sky

To the storm cloud

Asking God why

Praying out loud

Peels of thunder as if from the throne

Feels like lightning inside my bones

Drops on my face

Wetness of rain

The amazing grace

Lessens my pain

The howling wind

Move in and bring

Beginning and end

All the angels sing

Peels of thunder as if from the throne

Feels like lightning inside my bones


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Hyperbole and Autism

An Intense World

One of the linguistic areas autistic people have particular difficulty with is metaphors. Sometimes that leads one to being fascinated by metaphors—I am thinking here of Nietzsche and of myself—but even in that fascination, even as that fascination helps one become familiar with metaphors and how they work, the fact is that when I hear a metaphor, I immediately make the literalist association, before jumping to the metaphorical meaning.

Hyperbole—that is, overstating things—is a kind of metaphor. For the literalist mind, hyperbole is itself difficult. You are more likely to say things as you literally see them rather than providing sufficient hyperbole to be polite. And heaven help an autistic trying to be romantic! That will require careful planning to figure out what hyperbolic statement to say before it’s said, meaning spontaneous romantic sentiments aren’t likely.

Our daughter, Melina, has a hyperbolic statement she uses all the time: “You’re the…

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