When I started blogging, lo those many weeks ago, I thought, like many a new blogger, that I would just write some things and post them out there in blogging space. My mistake was in not realising there’s an entire community of bloggers out there, networked and working collaboratively. Whatever your topic may be, there are others out there, and sooner or later you will stumble upon them.
I blog in the autism/parenting/humor/special needs/random crazy thoughts genre. There are many others, tirelessly writing about how autism affects their lives. They are spreading autism awareness all year long. Since this is autism awareness month, I thought it would be nice to highlight them, and profile the “neighbors.”
I don’t know any of them on a personal level. I read their blogs and tweets and, as we are prone to do, have encapsulated them in my mind and assigned them personalities, according to what I’ve read. As a result, the following information may be a dead-on description, or it may be a purely fictional impression, created in my own imagination.
Meet a few of your autism blogging neighbors:
Autism Army Mom, AKA Lynn. I started with her because, frankly, she scares me a little. She’s been doing this a long time, and she means business. She blogs with a great family style of humor, so no one is ever offended. Mostly. She is uber-dedicated to finding services and supports for her adorable daughter. I suspect she runs a tight ship, and her house is never in disarray. Also, the pictures of her make me think she has a ton of nervous energy, and is always pushing her hair back, behind her ears, from a nervous habit. Don’t mess with her though, because I have a strong suspicion she’s like Carmela Soprano. Her hands don’t get dirty, but the trash gets taken out. But you didn’t hear that from me.
Big Daddy Autism (BDA) also lives on the block. He’s like an enigma, wrapped in a mystery, wrapped in salami. He is also a super savvy business mogul, wheeling and dealing behind the scenes (kind of like Charlie Sheen, but bigger, and with less hair). He’s found himself a nice little niche. There are very few dad autism bloggers, and none that are also cartoonists. This is a great way to work your way into a book deal. It doesn’t hurt that he’s like a sheik, with a harem of mommy bloggers. His cartoons are excellent, his family adorable, and his humor is mostly funny. But he’s also like an onion. You peel away the goofy dad layer, and you get to the businessman. You peel that away, and you get to the soft mushy inside, that might make you cry. Not because of the smell. I’m not saying that. Nope.
Solo Dialogue (Karen) is new on the blog block. She’s a lawyer, with an adorable little boy with autism. She is always kind, always thoughtful, and is a cheerleader for her bloggy neighbors. As a lawyer, her writing is always thorough, well thought out, and never includes bad language. She’s not the neighbor that will get drunk with you, but she will always bring her trash cans in promptly, and the lawn will always be well manicured.
Meet Laura, at Life in the House That Asperger Built. Everyone in her house is on the spectrum. And they all practice martial arts. She’s super nice, and will answer any Aspie question you have, but if you play the music too loud and assault their senses, she’s likely to pull out some karate moves on you. You can get back into her good graces by talking to her at length about algebra. Yep, she’s a math nerd and will love it.
Lizbeth, at Four Sea Stars, doesn’t have a blog button, so I found this photo for her. I hope she likes it. She is super mom, with a wicked funny sense of humor. And she’s not shy about dropping some F-bombs, but not in front of the kids. Weird things happen to her all the time, like hail from hell and horses dodging trains. Or maybe she’s that neighbor, that has had everything happen to her?? Either way, she’s good entertainment, but possibly bad luck!
Meet your crazy neighbor, Jillsmo, from Yeah. Good Times. Steer clear when she’s on the road, as she’s prone to running over things, like wildlife. You’ll need extra wine for the neighborhood BBQ, as Jillsmo likes to “tip it.” She’s a really good mom, but she probably teaches the kids curse words and how to make fart sounds with their armpits. She’ll grow on you. Not like a fungus or anything. Like something else. I’m not sure what.
By no means is this a complete list of the autism blogging “neighborhood.” I just ran out of steam, and vodka, so it’s time to cut it off. There are many more equally talented, funny, and strange bloggy friends out there. Perhaps there will be a “Meet the Neighbors, Part Deux”, if I’m not mysteriously run down by a cackling, curly-headed suburbanite.
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