Purpose High

Autism hurts. It hurts every day every night. Weekends and holidays it hurts. The pain is real and raw. When I received the first of two diagnoses of autism over two decades ago it was as if God was in the room with me. I imagined Him there as the doctors words hung in the silent space of dismay. I visualized God handing me a box unwrapped and plain looking. Once home I dropped to my knees removed the lid turned the box upside down and emptied its contents all over the floor. God had given me a puzzle with no instructions. Bits and pieces of life and faith autism and altruism carpeting the room like a human tapestry.I have laboured over the autism puzzle for most of my adult life. As the nonverbal world of autism spoke to me I built a life from these scattered pieces. For me autism has been a sacred teacher and a faithful friend guiding me to my divine purpose and true potential. Guiding me to joy love and hope. For five blessed years I poured the hurt onto paper and I called it Purpose High - Living with Autism. Come fly with me.