Recently there has been a Facebook post written by an actor named Kelvin Moon Loh circulating through general media. To sum up for those who haven't heard he has defended the mother of an autistic boy who interrupted a Broadway show of 'The King and I' and his words are such a relief and blessing for myself and (I'm sure) many other families dealing with an autistic member.
I do highly recommend reading his original post, so HERE is a link to an article that features it.
Reading this article I just felt a desperate need to express how profoundly thankful I felt for such compassion in a form that was solid and permanent, there's just this feeling of gravity that follows putting your gratitude onto paper. (Well, virtual paper.) So here goes an open letter.
Monday 28 September 2015
Thursday 24 September 2015
The Dead Hour
Nobody thought that an hour would make any difference. Nothing ever really happens between the hours of 7 and 8am, people wake up, have breakfast, get ready for the day and not much else.
It's a dead hour. One resigned specifically to work/school/appointment preparation, a grey slot of time where nothing significant ever really happens. And besides, these were students living in this hour, the only major event occurring in their lives between the hours of 7 and 8am were hangovers.
The night security team would leave at 6:50am, allowing enough time to lock up the office and do a final sweep of the outside facilities. The reception staff would once again bring life to the office at 8:02, allowing enough time to get their morning coffee exactly right.
Nobody could have anticipated the carnage that greeted them that morning, following the - rather aptly named - dead hour.
******
It's a dead hour. One resigned specifically to work/school/appointment preparation, a grey slot of time where nothing significant ever really happens. And besides, these were students living in this hour, the only major event occurring in their lives between the hours of 7 and 8am were hangovers.
The night security team would leave at 6:50am, allowing enough time to lock up the office and do a final sweep of the outside facilities. The reception staff would once again bring life to the office at 8:02, allowing enough time to get their morning coffee exactly right.
Nobody could have anticipated the carnage that greeted them that morning, following the - rather aptly named - dead hour.
******
About Leaving...
So my official move in date for my uni halls block is the 19th of September which is scary and exciting and all of the other teen 'coming of age' movie clichés that you can think of!
I left my job at the end of August so that I now have three glorious weeks to spend time with my friends and family before this new life takes over, and suddenly simple things like watching a show with my mum are becoming laced with this awful sense of finality. I'm terrified of what I'll do when I end up living in a new house without the family I've grown up with, and I'm devastated to be moving away from the boyfriend who recently moved 200 miles to be closer to me.
I've (mostly) cleared my room, packed a lot of my stuff into various bags and boxes and prepared my nicest sets of notebooks for the start of this whole university experience.
I left my job at the end of August so that I now have three glorious weeks to spend time with my friends and family before this new life takes over, and suddenly simple things like watching a show with my mum are becoming laced with this awful sense of finality. I'm terrified of what I'll do when I end up living in a new house without the family I've grown up with, and I'm devastated to be moving away from the boyfriend who recently moved 200 miles to be closer to me.
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