How people with autism see the world: Gaze of those with the condition bypasses faces to see details such as colour and contrast

This article How people with autism see the world: Gaze of those with the condition bypasses faces to see details such as colour and contrast makes me understand myself better. I love colour and contrast and I depend more on sound compared to faces.

I appreciate my parents to help me during childhood. It doesn’t mean to let them overrule my life choices. I thank the Lord to cross path with a sister in Christ who shares about her past and God’s loving kindness to be upon her. The problem is I care too much of their opinions in me. Thus causes my own misery.

Mother’s Extreme Cares

Lemon juice no sugar
She pour sugar into it
Worried of me having stomach gastric
But I have no such problem
Sour food doesn’t taste sour to me
But her taste bud taste sour sensitively

Baggy t-shirts is awful to her
Destroying her sight seeing
But it feels good to me
Especially windy days
Wind enters into the t-shirts
Cooling to the body
Might as well she hides in the room

Nags to dry my hair
After my shower
Nags to dry to my hair
Before I left home
Nags, nags, nags
Nags like a rewinding tape
Nags like a parrot

Oh, my ears are tired
But have to endure and learning to correct her gently
Her nagging concern

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Inspiration On: Monday, 14 October 2013 at 1:17am
Inspiration Ends On: Wednesday, 15 October 2013 at 11:51pm

My mother is extremely caring. But she tends to do things her way of concern in her point of view. Going through this, I learnt something valuable. Rather than concern with own point of view, I need to understand the recipients’ needs. Everyone has own needs and perspective as long as it didn’t compromise God’s Words.

Open Doors

Out of sudden
Open doors
Doors of opportunities
Are laid out
At my sight

Feeling lost
Analyse every door
Lost in confusion
Fear creeps in
Pray to the Lord
Seeking His guidance

All door close
Except one door
Glistening lights
Beaming out gradually
Out of that door
A pointing hand points into
That glistening door
Leading my path

A path I will be going
Without knowing this path
With my Lord’s protection and care
His rod and staff comfort me

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Inspiration On: Tuesday, 16 July 2013 at 3:34am to 4:01am

As I was thinking of my career path, the first stanza’s image appeared in my mind. There have been so many companies are looking for a full-time employee. When I apply for another position according to my interest, fear crept in of many job confirmation replies. Later on, there was a notion to apply job and leave the rest to God. So I sent my resume to a few companies.

Turtle and Hare

Turtle brisk on the sandy beach
Hurtle on the grass is the hare

As the peaceful turtle brisk to nest its eggs into the sands
But hare anxiously hurtle to escape from the hunter

Blast from the dart gun but
Last bullet shoots into bun on picnic mat

Though most grasses bust into
Tiny particles of green dust

Safely the hare runs before the jungle
Bravely sneer the hunter before it fades from his sight

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Inspiration On: Saturday, 22 June 2013 at 10:12am
Inspiration Ends On: Friday, 28 June 2013 at 12:08am

Inspired from the words, “turtle hurtle” and “bust dust”. Gradually, my imagination ran wild and thank God to help me to find the right words.

Horrifying Sight & Aura

Taken aback at the most
Horrifying sight and awful aura
Emerges out of the arriver.

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Inspiration On: Saturday, 15 December 2012 at 4:40pm
Revised On: Tuesday, 18 December 2012 at 4:16pm

Sense of fear and disbelief came upon me when I saw the comer came with my sister and her family. I was not the only one who feel so. My family members confirmed my feeling.

Imitate Push Up

With feet rested onto mattress
Two hands on floor; inhaling, exhaling heavily
Head rolls up and down.

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Inspiration On: Saturday, 15 December 2012 at 12:38am
Revised On: Sunday, 15 December 2012 at 12:17pm

Upon entering my dad’s room, my toddler imitated my dad who was doing push up. This birthed out the above haiku. It is a very funny sight.

Tidy Perfectionist

The more I observe myself
The more I can not understand myself
Why am I on fire?

Cluttering objects on the tables
Vexing my sight, my feeling of displeasure
Compelling my hands to action!

My mind keeps on whirling
Wondering, questioning, and mulling over my sleeplessness
Tidy perfectionist is the answer.

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Inspiration On: Sunday, 14 October 2012 at 2am

Whenever I see the house is in the mess, I can not stand the mess. Though my toddler and other people who place the stuffs, it is an unbearable sight for me when it is not in proper order. So I often tidy the house in the middle of the night.

At the Sight of Cakes

At the sight of cakes
Sense of repulsion occurs
Heap of stones in stomach
And my tongue trembles wavely
Followed by downward curve lips

Oh, I’m trying to run away from the cake shop.

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Inspiration On: Sunday, 1 July 2012 at 9:20pm
Revised On: Wednesday, 4 July 2012 at 7:22pm

Almost everyday, whenever I bring my toddler out he often goes to the cake shop to buy cakes such as pandan cake rolls, fruit cake rolls, waffles, and many other cakes available in the shop. Yesterday was his second birthday celebration and my family have been eating his birthday cake until today. Therefore, when my husband and I bring our beloved toddler to the nearby shopping centre upon seeing him leading us to the cake shop, my husband and I immediately left the cake shop with me telling him that he had seen the cakes and the one at home is not finished yet.