tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092053382843096891.post2887585873785431307..comments2024-03-26T12:54:40.055+01:00Comments on Interaction Imagination: Me and my autismSuzanne Axelsson - Interaction Imaginationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513322963337168674noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092053382843096891.post-88560842097349889242015-05-11T21:16:58.250+02:002015-05-11T21:16:58.250+02:00Your comment about people not following rules they...Your comment about people not following rules they have expressly agreed to intrigues me. I wonder how often this is true for me, and why it happens. So interesting to know what others see when they look out at the world with their eyes...<br /><br />(Comment below kept getting lost in attempt to post so I originally posted on facebook. Reposted here when I remembered my own promise to myself to reply to blogs directly whenever possible).<br /><br /> So I've said since I met you that you have a way of seeing that is remarkably clear. I didn't know to what extent you identified with your boy and his way of seeing the world, but it is something I admit had crossed my mind... That your gift, your precise and raw way of being incredibly present, reminded me of a tulku. That the other time I've known such a presence was a person who'd dedicated their entire life to mindfullness/awareness practice... (A Tibetan Rinpoche who made me feel as though I was naked, that all artifice fell away under her attention) means to me it is a gift, that most of us would have to work hard to get even a small measure of the clarity. I'm even struggling with this metaphor of light... Vision, clarity, insight... To describe what I mean.<br /> When my son struggled through early years of school, my husband and I not only learned about his needs and gifts, but our own. To recognize my own anxiety as an adult was illuminating (there's that metaphor again. Did you know that English has more words for quality of light than any other? Hmm). I think it's helped me relate to students, students who didn't feel they belonged at school or anywhere else amongst their peers. I remember it well and it helped me to talk to my son without sounding false... Saying "it does get better".<br />I'm rambling, sorry. I just wanted to say I am grateful for you, faraway though you may be.Laurel Fyneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01694746377382643755noreply@blogger.com