I’m a Proud Autistic and ADHDer. It Shows!

My world is changing so rapidly. The flashbacks are helping me to remember so much more than I ever imagined. Being around so many different people is so helpful. It’s what my mom and family always did for me.

I needed a little bit of help understanding this world. They gave it to me by letting me be me; letting me try things for myself; were there for me in case I got scared; and loved me through it all. They were good people.

I have autism and ADHD as well as being gifted, whatever that means. I was often called a retard until they realized that I was smarter than them. Then they wanted me to do their homework for them. I refused because I knew that I’d get caught. I’m not stupid just an occasional moron.

In Georgia I was a proud bless her heart because they didn’t necessarily mean it in a bad way. Even when they did, I didn’t take it that way. I am the same as any neurodivergent person. It’s just a part of what makes me, me. I tap my fingers together or twirl them when deep in thought. I don’t always pay attention or I pay attention way too much. I really dislike certain things and have extreme trouble being okay with them. A goat’s eye is probably a real delicacy but I shall pass on that honor. Thank you kindly. I can’t remember where I put things, ask everyone and then say that I found it underneath my butt. You’d think that I’d learn but some things elude me.

I am far too trusting of people. I tend to assume that people are as kind and respectful as me. My family and friends had to teach me street smarts to protect myself. I somehow always managed to get into and out of trouble without a fist being swung to their astonishment. There’s even a code for criminals though. People know who I am. I respect all people and try to do right by them. They return the favor.

I am becoming known by more people who remind me how to keep temptation from the criminals and addicts amongst us. They remind me that not everyone follows code. They are the ones who even criminals don’t respect, like our traffickers.

There are even some not so respectable officers who I have been warned about but I’m also told about the majority of them who are doing their best and looking out for everyone, even the criminals amongst us to get them on a better path.

I’m getting better but a bless her heart is universal. The people in this small town see it and do their best to look out for me. I am eternally grateful to their kindness, respect and support.

I am trying my best to overcome what happened to me in this small town and the community is trying their best to help me rise above it. I hope to make them as proud of me as I am of them. I’ve got some wheels, an electric trike. I can barely walk still so I ain’t even going to try to drive yet. I rode 10 miles the other day, with it on turbo most of the way, helmet on for safety but I keep getting better. I will be sure to stop by Bad Dog Bikes and let Mr William know that I am enjoying my purchase immensely. I just need my sore butt to feel good enough to get back on it and for the weather to improve. It’s locked up on the patio thanks to the kindness of Lifehouse staff who are always looking out for me. They are a great blessing along with the residents who have helped me and looked after me just as much.

While I will miss the people of Lifehouse, this is a small town. We will be seeing each other often. I’m not going anywhere. I am home. I still have a lot of work to do to improve myself and spread awareness about the realities of human trafficking, abuse and vulnerability. I’m still looking for justice but with the people behind me, I know that I will get it. Inshallah. Because

Every life matters, especially yours.

God bless Nebraska and especially Her people.