Today is a beautiful sunny, but crisp and cold Sunday morning. Christmas and New Years have come and gone......and i am ready for this year to be my year that things start happening!! To that end, i have finally begun work on my life story. I began writing this on Christmas Eve, at the encouragement and urging of my neighbor, Garrison. As of today, i am already up to chapter 28, page 167, and the year, 1983....the summer of that year. This is an often very painful and tough story to tell, as i have been through a great deal of very traumatic things in my lifetime. But it is my fervent hope and prayer that this will get published......as the autism community needs to hear our voices......the voices of those of us who go through it daily and even moment-by-moment.
My writing goes in spurts. Right now, i am busy trying to get into see a doctor about my legs. I also suffer from a condition called lymphodema on both legs...and when i am under alot of stress, or i have bumped my legs, my legs break out into ulcers. That part of my story will also be included in my book, by the way. The lymphodema was caused by me not being able to sleep laying down in a bed for the past 6 years. I have, instead, had to sleep, sitting up and back, on my couch, with my legs down, for these past 6 years. The overall stress that i have been through, all of my life, first with my family, and the schools i went to, and then, for the past 20 years, with this street that i live on, where, for the past 20 years, i have had no choice but to keep living here, where i get tormented and terrorized daily, by several mean men in several nearby auto shops----has thrown my whole body even more out of whack, my hormones included. And it caused me to become addicted to eating, way back when i was in high school. As a result, i am now, at the age of 50 years, morbidly obese, and have to, on top of it all, face alot of taunts and teasing about my size, too.
I was born autistic...but nobody ever saw this until i was well into adulthood...and i still am unable to secure the help and services i have needed so badly all of my life. I have, instead, been relegated to what has so far, amounted to a life sentence me of living on government entitlement programs that barely allow me to be able to get by, month-to-month. I still have so many dreams and goals of being able to travel and see New York City, New England, New York State, Washington DC, the sunrise over the Atlantic Ocean, Michigan, and Wisconsin....and, because of my love for all music indie rock, alternative, underground hip hop, electronic, and Christian rock....i would still love to get into radio. I also love to draw and write.
My whole family are well-aware of my plight. I even have an aunt and uncle who are also well-aware, and who have the money and resources to help me to be able to get these services. He is a very well-known, famous, and rich sports personality. But.....my cries continue to fall on deaf ears.
I am worried all the time about my circumstances. I have now set up a page here on Facebook called Help Melissa Move. Please type it in the search bar, and click like to support me. And please feel free to leave your comments on what you are feeling, or thoughts about my case.
And so now, i am focused on getting my life story, finally, out to the public. I will continue to be on Facebook, everyday. I will continue to be friends with all of you who are willing to stick by me. I sometimes get the feeling that some of you are getting angry at, or tired of me. I hope that this isn't the case....i love you all...and it would mean alot to have you all continue to stick by me, please. And, if anyone wants to help me with my story...i am open to your help, too, with this.
Thank you all and God bless you. :) <3<3<3<3