This is Autism

Welcome, all, to a space upon the world wide web that harbingers to the ecumenicism of the Autistic Spectrum Disorder. This site, your site, my site: our site is to be utilized under the perpetual pretext of love. This domain I invite you to explore to which I again welcome you necessitates the need for which all who endure the elongated affects of Autism hardly ever--if they ever--receive. The all encompassing evocation of love stands as the foundation by which all who suffer the spectrum disorder would feel so much happier in experiencing.

As for myself, I live with Autism and I have lived with Autism hitherto my diagnosis at 20 years of age. Born with it, it was quite the damnable occasion to have had so much triggering my hypersensitivity to sound, my ineradicable aggravation to tactile contact with my skin and the disillusionment that I was actually mentally challenged (my peers all throughout school referred to me as "retarded") and not having even the slightest iota as to why. Even when "properly" tested, I did not qualify for Autism, Asperger's Syndrome but some foreign, obscure and highly uncredited condition whence known as Pervasive Development Disorder Not Otherwise Specified. As of now, from my own true doctor of psychology, I am Autistic. To me the Diagnostical and Statistical Manuel of Mental Disorders Fourth Edition does not exist. For despite the understanding of Autism to be as irrefutably ambiguous as the comprehension of Dark Matter, if companies such as Starbucks, Walmart, Macy's, Tiffanies and all other "-ies" can lie comfortably underneath their precious umbrella of corporate oligopoly, then Autism Spectrum Disorder can lie comfortably underneath its own umbrella: Autism: high to low functioning.

I am Autistic, but in lieu of my abilities to function as to whatever "normal" means in this context, I dare say I am rather moderately functioning; to even be as bold as to self-analyze myself as low functioning. As you explore this domain and witness how I further the website of The Music Maker, I will be posting various arbitrations of myself as well as my love of art, music, composition and literature abutting characteristics solely felt from autistic subjectivity. It would be unto the viewer, reader et cetera to attribute your own fair and impartial objectivity in observation of heretofore posted events of myself under the spectrum of Autism that conclusions I hope would arise to a furthering understanding that this underrated disorder hitherto presents to the world. Moreover, I will be exhibiting myself in the totality of subjectivity and utterly be far removed in the expunging of my social masked demeanor. Placations, alterations and hyperpolarizations will not exist here.

Let there be no lacking of comprehension, I endeavor to edify, to grow into a platform by which the audience I wish to target may therefore be, at the absolute very minimum, comforted and I ultimately wish to be heard. Far be it from me to be heard utilizing the form of communication known as speech or socialization. My communication is more profitable at behest of music, art, literature and the great and beautiful expression of poetry. Please, enjoy my gift to you: I am the Music Maker and I bid a blessed be to thee.

Blessed be.