Ivy Speaks: Autism is a Message

They don't realize that autism is a message, and Ivy is a messenger. But she doesn't give her message in words, because Ivy doesn't use verbal communication. She shares her wisdom through who she is. And this is how Ivy speaks:

Ivy doesn't tell time, and doesn't play with toys or use objects in a 'typical' expected fashion.

Ivy is not polite, does not smile when she's not happy, does not feel sad just because you do.

Ivy often flaps her hands, trembles, walks backward, spins in circles, and sings to herself in gibbrish.

Ivy limits her food intake to just a few items, refusing to eat almost everything a 'typical' child eats.

Ivy does not fit into conventional school classrooms and needs very individualized, needs-based, 'special' education.

Ivy knows something that I don't know. If I knew what Ivy knows, I would know, as Ivy does, that I am God also. And if I knew that...

I would know myself based on what comes from within, rather than what societal influence tells me I am or am not, or what I should be.

I would take pure, unadulterated joy in ordinary things, flapping and trembling and spinning and singing, heedless of how ridiculous I appeared to all those who did not yet know they were God also.

I would see a world of infinite possibility in every object and situation, and the limited interpretations and ideas of everyone else would have no bearing on what I might achieve with it.

I would sleep when tired, wake when refreshed, eat when hungry and drink when thirsty, consuming only what appealed to me and limiting my exposure to the toxicities of a poisoned world.

I would frown when unhappy and smile only when I felt the joy bubble up inside of me and demand to be made manifest on my face.

I would express gratitude only when I was given something I appreciated and would only spend time doing those things which brought me more opportunities to experience pure, unadulterated joy.

I would focus on getting my needs met and let others deal with the responsibility of meeting theirs.

I would pursue those things that excited me, and would never show up for a daily dose of social conditioning where the needs of my body, mind, and soul were sacrificed in order to infect me with sufficient programming to hide my uniqueness and make me forget that I am God also.

I would never let the opinions, insults, actions, or thoughtless comments of others affect what I knew to be true, that I am God also.