I have listened to people discuss healing for a long time. My father operated on thousands of people in his life and I spent many hours in his company hearing people speak to him and ask if they would be healed.
He never let them face a poor prognosis alone, pouring kindness onto them and opening the door to leaving this world for those people placed in the “no hope” category. I knew that filling lost hope, even though person might die, helped them in ways that provided a kind of healing known to only one’s soul.
We who have autism or other lifelong disabilities have listened to people lifelong say that we need to be healed. In a great deal of our cases, we are not ill. Which leads into the place I become concerned.
I could not be who I am if I were free of autism. The sometimes very difficult, flowing challenge my family and I face lead us to believe that I’m a heavy, great burden. But those of us living in the disabilities world grew up and became who we are living with a heavy cross.
Heal us with love, kindness and respect. Walk us through life teaching us as we can promise to teach you.
