Our experiments with Autism - A never ending journey

The Turning Point   On that cross road when I chose... I knew I had to do this...there were no two thoughts about it. Even though it meant the end of my dreams a young version of my mind had concluded. As my journey became a hike. there was no place to stop, to look back and like - where that other soft, gravelled path led. Neither did I realise then, that it was in me, to challenge a mountain. By, Anagha Jawalekar While doing my graduation, I enrolled myself in a computer institute (Aptech) for an one year diploma course. I was passionate about computers since my school days and wanted to do something in that. Luckily, while doing the computer course, I joined the same institute as an On Job Trainee and started my career as a Computer Instructor. After my marriage also, I continued working in different institutes and schools as a computer instructor and loved my job. During those days, I was very aspirational regarding my job and wanted to pursue a career in Computers. Akshat used...

  I was being judged, at times dismissed For me, everyone had a piece of advice "Some are late bloomers, some are too shy Not to worry, all phases pass by..." Denial, I confess was very comforting and how I wished that they were right! Yet part of me was constantly looking for missing links, for missed signs. Then came the day doc officially told Ground under my feet simply couldn't hold I wept and my heart bled for my child Why was he chosen to be some way deprived? But soon I discovered that I was strong and determined to connect him with the world Though it may take long, I'd go any length To make my perfect child's life perfect! I had run out of tears and out of stress He trusted me, I knew I was blessed The differences now did hardly count but accepting hem gave workarounds For reaching him, knowing his mind and as we do, fresh air we find  I see a novel world through his eyes So much in him to shine and rise! Can't be weighed nor be measured conversation...

  Monochrome One day I realised what my child had long  known Between my brows a line had grown Running up into my forehead when I was  tense ... and two little fingers stretched to 'undo' it - I wonder how he had sensed He of all people, I thought would not understand. For I imagined him with an aura of question marks around his head They said he was that way blind - as he would could not read people's mind Left all confused and anxious as he would not know - what a person meant when they frowned or raised a brow. His mind, a black and white world....I thought it lacked some colours bold Felt sorry - and that is where it went wrong - I've realised since.... Range needs to be narrow, for depth to be intense. So many unique gift he has, I find it was I who had been, all along, colour blind By Anagha Jawalekar Range needs to be narrow and depth to be intense....so apt...                              ...