A Thing of Beauty Ch.2 - Pt.2She barely had time to begin thinking again when the secretary was off the phone and admitting her into the Headmasters office. Alise stood and entered the office, the door admitting her with a green blip. It closed behind her and she found herself in a dim room.Headmaster Stockholm was sitting at his desk, tape carefully drawing a perimeter around the desk.The office was fairly large with many bookshelves and piles of excess books dominating the space. The lights were dimmed and the blinds drawn, which Alise found to be comforting. She always thought better in the dark. A large tank of water rested near the window, with fish swimming among the roots of pink lotuses. It was a strange decoration to an otherwise stern room.Alise returned her thoughts to the Headmaster. Headmaster Eugen Stockholm was a moderately-functioning Kanner autistic. He was known for refusing any type of medication to lessen his anxious symptoms, which were made worse by his poor conditioning in the Autis
A Thing of Beauty Ch.2 - Pt.1For Alise Satoru, showers were a time of deep meditation where she could prepare for the burdens of the coming day. She was now twenty-two and fully-functional; a far cry from the withdrawn child she had been at six. In fact, she could hardly bathe herself then. But now she enjoyed her morning showers as one of the few opportunities to embrace her autistic mind.Under the cascade of cold water she could plan for the many potential twists and turns the day could offer, and therefore avoid the anxiety the surprise would bring. So many changes, she thought under closed eyes. She sighed again.She slowly caressed the water and sudsy soap combination into her caramel-colored skin. Her hands unconsciously followed rhythmic motions, each orchestrated towards fulfilling the same routine in cleaning she used every morning. The routine brought a feeling of sameness that comforted and prepared her for the many changes that would otherwise overwhelm her.Her deep, ever calculating black eyes paid
A Thing of Beauty Ch.1Alise Satoru spent the first six years of her life as a deaf-mute. She was born as such, but ultimately it was her decision to remain in that state for as long as she did. Her parents had personally requested her to be screened at birth for infantile autism. They were delighted to receive the news that she shared the autistic neurotype that they both had.Once the girl was old enough, her parents had her enrolled into one of the many pre-school programs for the development of low-functioning autistic children into social and capable beings. Those children would need to be prepared in the pre-school programs so they could more easily integrate into the secondary Autistic schools at the appropriate age.Treatment consisted only of Applied Behavioral Conditioning (ABC) techniques, planned diet, and vitamin supplements. Alises parents elected not to allow use of any medication to treat either her autistic personality or her corollary symptoms of high anxiety, depression, etc. They di
"I Like Your Shoes."I could hear gentle footsteps echoing in the hallway. Each little step left a dent in the side of my head in their intensity. For years on end I would hear nothing all day besides food being pushed through the slot into my room. When I could hear a sound, I focused on it until it left. It kept me from madness.I cannot tolerate the silence. Without sound it feels like Ill be stifled in my sleep. I gasp breath down my throat during the long periods of quiet to keep from choking. I need the sound. Without it, I would be left alone with the thoughts cramped into my head.Oh so many thoughts there are. I have a lot. Before being admitted into the Hospital I had a life, and with that life came many memories. Remembering those little occurrences hurt like hell, too. It hurt exactly like when you get heartbroken and the littlest thought of your old lover feels like a sharp edge being pressed into your heart.If you can call what I have a heart. Though I do have what the doctors would th
The Tower of ApolloThe little girl Claudia sat alone in her school seat, her eyes focused intently at the instructor in the front of the classroom. Her hands clutched a small book under the desk, slowly fingering the page as if to feel the pictures contained inside.No other student occupied the room. It was empty, save for Claudia and the school instructor. They kept to each other, learning and teaching the history of things.In the time before the Exile, our people lived on the surface, in a city esteemed by our neighbors and God himself, the instructor informed her student.Many wonderful machines were created and used, such as metal chariots and snakes for travel and tall buildings that let people occupy a small space without cramping. She pointed to colorless photographs clipped to the black board, which had men standing proudly in front of cars and engineers working on skyscrapers.Claudia stared at the photos, overwhelmed by the strange shapes and sizes of crafts long gone.