Autism – treat it not like a disability but a special ability !
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Autism – Not a  disability but a special ability
April 2, 2017

 

 

I know a little boy with autism. He laughs and plays like any other boy. He laughs a little louder. He doesn’t care who is watching him. He just giggles away with a big smile on his way and claps his hands with happiness . I usually see him making unusual sounds and running around. He is real and sometimes I wonder how these kids are just like angels . They are innocent and happy. Like this kid who doesn’t really care how others see him, how others think of him and what others feel when they watch him. He just goes about his business. And he is so happy doing it .

Autistic children need love and support. They need an abundance of respect for who they are because loving these kids is one thing , nurturing them is another. They need friends who can accept them just the way they are.

The Oman Autistic Society is a pleasure to work in . Volunteering here has made me truly believe that autistic kids are in no way different from the other kids, in fact they are a lot more better. They seek not the attention of all for they are happy in their own life doing what they want to do. The pleasure of giving them the love is immense. They are God’s way of telling us the real.

I have learnt that only a life lived for others is truly a life worth living. And truly said by Mother Teresa these words have a deep impact in my life. The autistic kids and my interactions with them makes me believe in angels and by supporting and helping these kids.It makes me jump with joy to see these kids soar and jump and make unusual sounds trying to communicate through their actions rather than words. Truly words are not needed when actions are enough. The kids have enormous love for all around them . Especially their parents. I wonder how whole and beautiful

their hearts are to love all alike . How pure their souls are that they do not compare not distinguish between others . How beautiful their souls are complete in innocence.

They are truly Gods gift .
Treat autism not as a disability but as a special ability.

To all the autistic children out there a special hug from me!
Blessings.

Yusra.


These are 10 things autistic children want you to know :

10. I am a Child
My autism is part of who I am, not all of who I am. Are you just one thing, or are you a person with thoughts, feelings, preferences, ideas, talents, and dreams? Are you fat (overweight), myopic (wear glasses) or klutzy (uncoordinated)? Those may be things that I see first when I meet you, but you’re more than just that, aren’t you?

As an adult, you have control over how you define yourself. If you want to single out one characteristic, you can make that known. As a child, I am still unfolding. Neither you nor I yet know what I may be capable of. If you think of me as just one thing, you run the danger of setting up an expectation that may be too low. And if I get a sense that you don’t think I “can do it,” my natural response will be, why try?

 

9. My senses are out of sync.

This means that ordinary sights, sounds, smells, tastes, and touches that you may not even notice can be downright painful for me. My environment often feels hostile. I may appear withdrawn or belligerent or mean to you, but I’m just trying to defend myself. Here’s why a simple trip to the grocery store may be agonizing for me.

My hearing may be hyperacute. Dozens of people jabber at once. The loudspeaker booms today’s special. Music blares from the sound system. Registers beep and cough, a coffee grinder chugs. The meat cutter screeches, babies wail, carts creak, the fluorescent lighting hums. My brain can’t filter all the input and I’m in overload!

My sense of smell may be highly sensitive. The fish at the meat counter isn’t quite fresh, the guy standing next to us hasn’t showered today, the deli is handing out sausage samples, the baby in line ahead of us has a poopy diaper, they’re mopping up pickles on aisle three with ammonia. I feel like throwing up.

And there’s so much hitting my eyes! The fluorescent light is not only too bright, it flickers. The space seems to be moving; the pulsating light bounces off everything and distorts what I am seeing. There are too many items for me to be able to focus (my brain may compensate with tunnel vision), swirling fans on the ceiling, so many bodies in constant motion. All this affects how I feel just standing there, and now I can’t even tell where my body is in space.

8. Distinguish between won’t (I choose not to) and can’t (I am not able to).

It isn’t that I don’t listen to instructions. It’s that I can’t understand you. When you call to me from across the room, I hear “*&^%$#@, Jordan. #$%^*&^%$&*.” Instead, come over to me, get my attention, and speak in plain words: “Jordan, put your book in your desk. It’s time to go to lunch.” This tells me what you want me to do and what is going to happen next. Now it’s much easier for me to comply.

7. I’m a concrete thinker. I interpret language literally.

You confuse me by saying, “Hold your horses, cowboy!” when what you mean is, “Stop running.” Don’t tell me something is “a piece of cake” when there’s no dessert in sight and what you mean is, “This will be easy for you to do.” When you say, “It’s pouring cats and dogs,” I see pets coming out of a pitcher. Tell me, “It’s raining hard.”

Idioms, puns, nuances, inferences, metaphors, allusions, and sarcasm are lost on me.

6. Listen to all the ways I’m trying to communicate.

It’s hard for me to tell you what I need when I don’t have a way to describe my feelings. I may be hungry, frustrated, frightened, or confused but right now I can’t find those words. Be alert for body language, withdrawal, agitation or other signs that tell you something is wrong. They’re there.

Or, you may hear me compensate for not having all the words I need by sounding like a little professor or movie star, rattling off words or whole scripts well beyond my developmental age. I’ve memorized these messages from the world around me because I know I am expected to speak when spoken to. They may come from books, television, or the speech of other people. Grown-ups call it echolalia. I may not understand the context or the terminology I’m using. I just know that it gets me off the hook for coming up with a reply.
5. Picture this! I’m visually oriented.

Show me how to do something rather than just telling me. And be prepared to show me many times. Lots of patient practice helps me learn.

Visual supports help me move through my day. They relieve me of the stress of having to remember what comes next, make for smooth transition between activities, and help me manage my time and meet your expectations.

I need to see something to learn it, because spoken words are like steam to me; they evaporate in an instant, before I have a chance to make sense of them. I don’t have instant-processing skills. Instructions and information presented to me visually can stay in front of me for as long as I need, and will be just the same when I come back to them later. Without this, I live the constant frustration of knowing that I’m missing big blocks of information and expectations, and am helpless to do anything about it.

4. Focus and build on what I can do rather than what I can’t do.

Like any person, I can’t learn in an environment where I’m constantly made to feel that I’m not good enough and that I need fixing. I avoid trying anything new when I’m sure all I’ll get is criticism, no matter how “constructive” you think you’re being. Look for my strengths and you will find them. There is more than one right way to do most things.

3. Help me with social interactions.

It may look like I don’t want to play with the other kids on the playground, but it may be that I simply do not know how to start a conversation or join their play. Teach me how to play with others. Encourage other children to invite me to play along. I might be delighted to be included.

I do best in structured play activities that have a clear beginning and end. I don’t know how to read facial expressions, body language, or the emotions of others. Coach me. If I laugh when Emily falls off the slide, it’s not that I think it’s funny. It’s that I don’t know what to say. Talk to me about Emily’s feelings and teach me to ask, “Are you okay?”

2. Identify what triggers my meltdowns.

Meltdowns and blow-ups are more horrid for me than they are for you. They occur because one or more of my senses has gone into overload, or because I’ve been pushed past the limit of my social abilities. If you can figure out why my meltdowns occur, they can be prevented. Keep a log noting times, settings, people, and activities. A pattern may emerge.

Remember that everything I do is a form of communication. It tells you, when my words cannot, how I’m reacting to what is happening around me. My behavior may have a physical cause. Food allergies and sensitivities sleep problems and gastrointestinal problems can all affect my behavior. Look for signs, because I may not be able to tell you about these things.

1. Love me unconditionally.

Throw away thoughts like, “If you would just—” and “Why can’t you—?” You didn’t fulfill every expectation your parents had for you and you wouldn’t like being constantly reminded of it. I didn’t choose to have autism. Remember that it’s happening to me, not you. Without your support, my chances of growing up to be successful and independent are slim. With your support and guidance, the possibilities are broader than you might think.

Three words we both need to live by: Patience. Patience. Patience.

 

 

Are we truly Happy?
Are we truly Happy? avatar

Don’t ever let someone tell you that you can’t do something. You got a dream, you gotta protect it. When people can’t do something themselves, they are going to tell you that you can’t do it. You want something, go get it. Period.”

 

 

Joy and happiness are entities that come to people time and time again . It’s a mere part of the journey of life to be happy. People make various reasons to be happy. Some speak of their families.. spouses… children . Some speak of their satisfying jobs and businesses. And they are few others who keep on speaking of being happy because of other social norms like having a great social life .Some travel to unravel happiness and some others say good food and good health are the reasons. And there are those who put Money as the sole reason for their happiness.

But really, are we truly “Happy”?

This question stayed with me for years . I knew that in most part of my journey I was happy or at least thought that I was.

Happyness with a ‘y’ is very different from happiness . The happyness with a ‘y’ is for ‘I’.

I stand for happiness .
I have a reason to be happy by just being myself.
I am whole within and I don’t need to search for happiness outside me .
I am being human more than just a human being.
My life and choices are all mine. No one and nothing else can decide about it.
Of all the responsibilities that I have, staying true to my heart and my feelings are my greatest responsibility.
No one can take away my peace without my permission.
No one can stop me from being whole, happy and contented .
Happyness comes from doing things that make me feel happy.
Happyness comes from helping others and making their lives easier and not more difficult.
Happyness comes through hard work . There is absolutely no substitute for that.
Happyness comes from being honest . Staying clean.
Happyness comes from practicing forgiveness.
Happyness comes by practicing empathy.
Happyness comes by practicing kindness.
Happyness comes by practicing compassion.
Happyness comes by giving unconditional love.
Happyness comes by practicing “Self love”.
By truly loving myself first , I project that love on everything and everybody else in my life .
Happiness needs to be created but above all happiness comes by doing the right things at the same time.
Blessings

Listen to the soul
Listen to the soul avatar

‘The Soul knows how to heal itself. The challenge is to silence the mind’.

The dark night of the soul started long time back. Even though my life was filled with moments of joy and comforts ( comforts as in with materialistic things) , i found myself admiring the satisfied life I had. Not to mention the good old young days of fun and laughter , an amazing adolescence and as I grew into a young woman i always felt I was a bit blessed in most aspects . This made me truly believe I was lucky and more wonderful things were in store for me.

I prayed hard, hoped hard and loved hard. I knew I had it all. Until the dark night of my soul started. With everything I had and all that I was, there was something missing within my soul. It was lost, lonely , craving for something infinite, something inspiring. I was lost in this whole world , in the vast universe. I was lost within my soul.

Somehow the matters of the heart are the most relevant. Often the mind controls and conditions us into something we are not. We are taught by the society to live in a fixed particular way and this hampers our growth to a great degree. We are conditioned in such a way that anything outside its boundaries becomes wrong and unacceptable. We Become what the society makes us and forget who we truly are.

The lessons we learn in life leave us feeling miserable. We lose identities. Even today I say I have an identity crisis.

Oscar Wilde says that : ” Each man kills the thing he loves” the mere possibility of getting what we want fills the man with guilt. And we fear more than anything of loosing it even before we achieve it. Fear cripples our dreams and aspirations.

Fear hampers growth . We are groomed into something we are not and we are caught in a web dat things happen only according to our faith and destiny whereas we cannot control. To accept and live with it becomes a part of life.

We start looking outside for happiness . And then we search for people who make us forget the pain. We search for reasons to make us seem powerful as if we are fighting and battle , only that we are loosing in the end.

This is when the so called ‘ego’ sets in.

The ego nudges us to wear masks and pretend to be someone we are not in this materialistic world.The more we disguise ourselves the more better to excel in this society. We hide our flaws and show everyone that we have perfect lives . We ignore the soul calling and satisfy our egos with pride. Life then looks accomplished even though we haven’t accomplished anything . We then start living in this fake world we have created.

Our calling is always there No matter what circumstances.

We need to search for answers as to why we are here. Why we have been created by God . Not just to live in this conditioned society but to be something more than just a mere name and identity. We have to free ourselves practice greatness by practicing kindness, empathy, love and above all gratitude. Then we become instruments of God and we understand clearly our personal calling and why we are here.

The story of Narcissus always inspires me.
Narcissus would kneel down on the banks of the river pedra to contemplate his beauty. He was known far and wide for his beauty. One day as he knealt down he fell and drowned in the river. Later the goddesses of the banks came by the river and found the fresh waters turned into a salty lake. They then asked the lake why it was weeping?? The lake replied I cry for Narcissus. And the goddesses asked why do u weep for him . The lake replied ” it is because every time he knelt Down by my banks I could see my own beauty reflected back thru his eyes “.

Live the soul way. Listen to it and it will give you all the answers.

Doaa Elseoud- Beautiful & inspiring Cancer Survivor
Doaa Elseoud- Beautiful & inspiring Cancer Survivor avatar

March 6th, 2017
Doaa Elseoud – Beautiful & Inspiring Cancer survivor

 

Working in the Oman Cancer Association has made me meet some amazing people.
These People who help the children with cancer and families of these kids at Dar al Hanan.
Volunteering here has taught me a great deal.
The volunteers ( me being one of them ) have dedicated to serve and help for this cause.
The Association is filled with generosity, kind and amazing people.

But few days back I met someone who has inspired me in ways more than one
Doaa Elseoud… a breast cancer survivor.
When I first saw Doaa, she had this charm and generosity dat I couldn’t really understand. It intrigued me. It was confusing and yet magical. She is a warm friendly girl ready to take life as it comes. As I sat next to her and as she made a cup of tea for herself at the kitchen counter, I couldn’t help but notice how strong she was from within.

She says, “Society perceives women with cancer to give up on life just stay in bed” which is very wrong. By positively living her life she wants to convey to the world that living life positively and taking good care is all that is required.

Having cancer doesn’t stop her from living her life to the fullest. Always smiling, i noticed how much she has to give this world and how such beautiful people live and make others lives better. She says , gratitude is the key to all happiness. And I totally agree with that.

Born in Egypt, she has been working as a flight attendant from past few years and volunteering hard for the cause.

At the age of 31 when she was diagnosed with cancer she didn’t give up any day ever since knowing this.
She rolled up her boots, started her treatment and has been actively participating in spreading the awareness of the epidemic.

She lost a lot of her hair owing to the chemotherapy radiation treatment that she is going through every day at The Royal Hospital. This hasn’t put her down in any way. In fact she believes it is trendy and makes no difference to how she is as a person. In fact to me she looks beautiful.

Cancer is a disease once diagnosed causes a young woman’s life to come to a stand still . But not for people like Doaa. She is living as normal life as any other woman. In fact she keeps herself active by doing a bit of modeling and spreading the positive message of cancer across Instagram and her blogs online.

In fact she is a living example that even cancer patients are normal, living normal lives and blessed everyday to survive.
She knows that she needs to start with herself to see the change around her and as I truly believe so and will always do, such people are living examples of strength and are truly superheroes.

As I sat in her apartment to talk to her, I noticed how warm and calm it was just like her. She made me feel at home.

Ever-inspiring girl that you are, I look forward to working with you Doaa.

Stay blessed!