THE ARTISTIC AUTISTS: CELEBRATING PEOPLE LIVING WITH AUTISM

Autism is a disorder of neural development in which there is observable impairment in social interaction, both verbal and non-verbal communication and also by repetitive and stereotypical actions.

This disorder affects the way in which information is processed in the brain especially by altering the connection between nerve cells and their synapses. It is usually noticed in children at about 3 years of age.

Although unconfirmed, there are speculations that the repetitive, stereotypical behavior of a person who lives with autism can be beneficial in the sense that these people would not get tired if for example, they have to stack a pile of newspapers, or if they have to draw something on paper that requires repetitive movements. The thing is that they would be able to perform actions that require so much focus with ease. If autistic children and adults are encouraged to toe this path, it could bring about a previously unseen rise in intricate creativity.

I look forward to such a day when I’d see someone with an autistic spectrum disease do something that’s magnanimously creative.

Until then, I say to those living with autism that you are indeed special beings, and the world is definitely not enough to contain the creativity you possess. Take the world by surprise!

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