Some burn to the ground
Others removed brick by brick
Redesign for the times
When the lease comes up
Or just fold up
When you have a bad day and need a reason...
Formerly: New Zenith To Hell…(all started with arc as writer here from the trials of Rising Stars to Preferred Author to WDC Quills Best Poetry Collection...
"Whoever fights monsters should see to it…he does not become a monster.” - Some guy, I guess. Look it up?
I’ve been to the abyss and back. Not so bad.
The loneliest happy person you'd ever meet, when not the saddest person who needs to be alone.
In an ever-changing world, we need to handle topics at the ready. If you roll over and give in to the narrative without lending a voice, might as well hand over your civil liberties. Voices could connect to true conscience and spirit for honest and open discourse. Why feel so redacted?
Unify on issues or don't but put drama aside. Open minds require complete objectivity. Or, agree to disagree and have a beer. Just writing what I feel without the narrative-altering mind f---ing with my head.
[MY Chorus] In your house, I long to be
Room by room, patiently
I'll wait for you there, like a stone
I'll wait for you there, alone
- Chris Cornell, RIP
"Some other stuff"
I'm in love with carefully chosen words, arranged just so, audible, edible, to inhale. I attempt to post new poems and epiphanies daily with some links to what inspires.
I am legally blind with a rare, genetic form of glaucoma. I'm described as "end stage" after two successful surgeries, still subject to further vision loss. Cataracts complicating matters. Writing Can get strenuous but seldom deters what yearns to emerge, despite a documented history of depression and recently diagnosed ADHD and undefinable social disorders and/or PTSD. Ammunition, or blanks?
Sometimes epiphanies about my insights on writing and life and what goes on...
"Blah, blah, blah"
Making sense of life is maddening. Why do I need to know, when truth may not actually exist? Learning to accept would be a better pursuit? Flailing about in my own mediocrity, hoping to bust out.
I am visible. You can put a face with a name. I would like to see other writers, too. Fiction is what you write, not who you are.
Reinventing myself. I couldn't continue on the path I was on and needed a fresh start. This time around I want to put the focus on writing and the world outside of this community as it affects my life.
I realize now that I have been baring my chest a bit more, as when young. fake me much more boring and unliberated than the real me.
A world arriving as silent as that blossom in your garden that I told you about...
While both autistic adults and adults with empathy are common, the experience of empathy in autistic individuals can be complex. Some autistic individuals may have lower levels of empathy, while others experience heightened or "hyper-empathy". The experience of empathy in autism can also be characterized as a form of empathic disequilibrium, where emotional and cognitive empathy are out of sync.
Empathic Disequilibrium:
Research suggests that some autistic individuals may have lower levels of emotional empathy compared to cognitive empathy, leading to a disconnect between understanding others' emotions and feeling them emotionally.
Hyper-Empathy:
Some autistic individuals may experience heightened or "hyper-empathy," where they are intensely attuned to and overwhelmed by the emotions of others.
Varied Experiences:
Empathy is not a uniform trait in autism. Some individuals may struggle with recognizing emotions, while others may be highly sensitive and empathetic.
Empathy as a Spectrum:
Empathy exists on a spectrum, and individuals with varying levels of empathy are common in the general population.
Developmental Factors:
Empathy is believed to develop over time, and individuals may exhibit varying levels of empathy at different stages of their lives.
Social Communication Impairments:
ASD is characterized by difficulties with social interaction and communication, which can impact how individuals experience and express empathy.
ASD Support:
It is important to note autism can be diagnosed later in life, and individuals may benefit from support and understanding their unique experiences with empathy.
Prompt: Have you ever been the recipient of, or observed the kindness of, a stranger? Tell us what happened.
I tried to find a previous blog entry where I wrote about this incident December 4, 2017. I was playing pick-up basketball at the YMCA when I thought I would try to steal an alley-oop pass, leaping quite high in the air. The player who the ball was intended for got tangled up with me in his effort to locate the ball and I was turned upside down mid-air and came crashing down on my back, neck and head. Some swore it was like watching me fall 10 feet and the sound was like something hitting concrete.
I was dazed and didn't know what happened, couldn't recall the play for much later. I couldn't even piece together what happened for days. Why I do recall is that I struggled to remember who I was and decided to go through a mental list of questions, while trying to respond to people around me. It's was then I realized one of the players, Nate, was asking me questions and trying to get me back to my senses. I blurted out I knew I had a son, but couldn't remember where my wife worked, but that it was at a hospital. Nate was trying to get someone to call 911 and get staff from the front desk. He made sure I was elevated, too. Eventually, it was all rushing back to me.
Kevin was another player who kept checking to see if I was alright, if he could give me a ride home or to the emergency room. I could sense he was real concerned. Eventually, I remembered how to contact my wife so she could come get me and take me to the hospital for a scan.
Usually, when someone gets hurt at the Y, that player will hobble off and everyone on the court impatiently waits for a replacement. This was a special case. I could see all were concerned, even the player who upended me who only came back to play once since. I felt bad that I may have stole some of his joy for the game.
It was just good to know that people know how to respond and that they truly care about people in these situations. I watch some of the reality shows with my wife about paramedics and all the side stories of how people keep victims safe and alive until help arrives. Even if people don't think they can help, they seem to naturally step up. I was very thankful and donated extra money to the Y that year, and since, to fund basketball camps for underprivileged youth in our community.
Though they seemed like strangers, like most do at the YMCA where we play, I've built some associations over the years. I look at Nate and Kevin as solid, reliable people who I will always respect, no matter how annoying they can be to still play basketball against. I enjoy it more when I know they're on my team.
7.1.21
It's late and I want to get to bed, so I'll edit this tomorrow?
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