I didn’t feel good all day today, nauseous and a headache. It went away once I ate but I just leaned over my bed and I got dizzy. If I even have labrynthitis I will be so mad. I’m supposed to get my hair done and see my friends new baby. Agghhhh this summer has already been super weird.
It would be really cool if I could sleep but I can’t so here I am watching old videos of John Lennon. I drank a pop today for the first time in months to settle my stomach and the caffeine still has me awake hours later. I’m not happy.
im just sad and lonely and bad at math
Echolilia: A Father’s Photographic Conversation with His Autistic Son. Timothy Archibald uses his camera to find an emotional bridge to his son Photographs and text from the book Echolilia: Sometimes I Wonder
My eldest son was born in 2001. He was always a kid who went to the beat of his own drummer. When he was 5, we began making photographs collaboratively as a way to find some common ground and attempt to understand each other. Soon after we began the project, Elijah was diagnosed on the autistic spectrum. Though the diagnosis gave me the words and history to understand my son better, it didn’t take away the mystery and the need to try to find an emotional bridge to him.”Echolilia” is an alternate spelling of a more common term, “echolalia,” used in the autistic community to refer to the habit of verbal repetition and copying that is commonly found in autistic kids’ behavior. I liked the idea of it: photography is a form of copying. Kids are a form of repetition. And looking at my kid with photography allowed me to see myself a new
I somehow acquired over 115 new pictures on my phone tonight and most look like this.
I don’t know why I haven’t just learned to be alone and do stuff by myself because that’s how my life always is and probably always will be.