Autobiography
Life On The Spectrum: Chapter 13
After midnight on January 1st 2020, just on a whim I checked out my ex-girlfriends Facebook page. What I saw was a picture of my ex-girlfriend with another man who's hand was on her shoulder. I felt sick. I realized it was too late to get her back again. I must have naively thought she would eventually come to her senses and come back to me. I did not expect her to find someone else that soon. I felt so ill that I threw up. The next few days were spent soul searching where I had gone wrong. After about a week, I felt that I could no longer live with this pain so I was admitted into a hospital. I met some nice people there who encouraged me to let my emotions express themselves. While there, my drum teacher managed to get me a get well card signed by Brian Wilson's former drummer Jim Hines which really made me feel good. After a week at the hospital I was discharged. Over the next month or so we heard on the news that a virus in Wuhan China was spreading. My parents had a trip to the Florida Keys planned in early March. My Brother was warning my parents that he was reading the virus would be bad and pleaded with them not to go. On the day they were supposed to leave for Florida. I had a total re-lapse about my pent-up feelings for my ex-girlfriend. I ended up being hospitalized again. While in the hospital, I helped a fellow patient make it through her first hospitalization in what was one of the most gratifying experiences of my life. When I was let out this time all seemed normal until that night when the NBA announced it was shutting down. within a few days the whole world shut down amidst the COVID-19 epidemic. The President made things worse than ever with his lack of decency. My band Lonely At The Top was also in a state of limbo as we tried to ride out the pandemic.
By Sean Callaghan3 years ago in Chapters
How I Make Vivified artificial intelligence Powerhouses + OF + Consistency + More! (Least demanding Technique $$$)
In the clamoring city of NeoTokyo, where neon lights painted the sky and development blossomed with each corner, there carried on with a youthful visionary named Hiro. He wasn't your regular educated individual; Hiro had a remarkable mix of imagination and specialized ability that put him aside in the realm of computerized development.
By Ananta Kumar Dhar3 years ago in Chapters
Life On The Spectrum :Chapter 12
I had started entering the world of online dating about a year before I met the CAP-G Producer. After the falling out I doubled my efforts and for months I had a few close calls but no real success. It was obvious most Neurotypical Girls were not interested in me and I did not disclose my diagnosis on the dating profiles. I did disclose my diagnosis to the CAP-G Producer but that obviously did not work out. I had definitely decided that if I were to have a significant other, I would prefer a fellow Aspie, This was no easy task since the diagnosis is relatively rare in Females. In desperation I tried a site called Aspieology dedicated to Neurodivergent relationships. At first I couldn’t find anyone near me so I sat on it for a few months. A few months later around the holidays I spotted a profile of a girl my age who lived not real close, but close enough that I thought it could be realistic. Her description seemed to indicate that she had very similar interests to mine.I sent her a message, she replied back and we messaged each other frequently over the next few weeks. She said that she wanted to wait until March before meeting me around her birthday, coincidentally my Birthday is also in March. I agreed considering I waited this long, a few more months would be fine.
By Sean Callaghan3 years ago in Chapters
Chinese Farewell . Content Warning.
Chinese festivals are deeply rooted in tradition, culture, and mythology, offering a unique insight into the rich tapestry of Chinese civilization. From the grand Spring Festival, also known as Chinese New Year, to the serene Mid-Autumn Festival, these celebrations are marked by vibrant rituals, delicious cuisine, and colorful customs.
By Praveen Pk3 years ago in Chapters
The Essentials Tracksuit: A Staple for Comfort and Style
In the world of fashion, trends come and go, but some pieces remain timeless. One such staple is the tracksuit—a versatile ensemble that effortlessly combines comfort with style. Whether you're hitting the gym, running errands, or simply lounging at home, the Essentials is a go-to choice for both men and women. Let's delve into why this iconic outfit deserves a spot in everyone's wardrobe.
By essentials tracksuit3 years ago in Chapters
Life On The Spectrum: Chapter 11
Since leaving Vanguard and losing so many people who meant so much to me, I continued to try to live as best I can. I completed an Audio production course in College and with my Uncle John made my first big serious recording, a cover of the Beatles, “If I Fell.” On Thursday Nights for a long period of time I would sing several songs as part of my Uncle’s act at a local bar, and I have had several strong auditions for bands but nothing had yet fully clicked. Still, I love playing the drums and I look for chances to sing whenever I can. My love for music is very deep.
By Sean Callaghan3 years ago in Chapters
"The Unforgettable School Picnic: A Journey Beyond Expectations"
In the heart of spring, the students of Pinegrove High buzzed with excitement. It was time for their annual school picnic, a day of adventure and camaraderie. The air hummed with anticipation as the buses lined up outside the school gates, ready to transport the eager students to their destination.
By Abdul Basit3 years ago in Chapters
Transcendence of a Good Meal
I love food. I love eating. I love tasting new things, usually. I love the process of thinking about what to cook. I miss my taste buds. This is the worst part of chemo, I think. The exhaustion, I can take. The intermittent nausea, I can take. The headaches and body aches, like someone took a baseball bat to my torso, I can take. But not tasting food – is awful. I’ve had my third round of chemo and this has been the worst impact for me right now. I want to eat. I want to eat the house, actually. I’m hopped up on steroids, so having no taste buds is just cruel. I love whipping up something tasty. But now it’s starting to feel like work. No matter what I cook, it’s like eating the wall – flat and gray.
By Cathy Schieffelin3 years ago in Chapters
