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From Writing to Writer, by Donna Williams

Saturday, February 10th, 2007
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From Writing to Writer

by Donna Williams

In school, I was a good reader but when I was nine they found out that I actually couldn’t understand sentences.

I could understand individual words but understanding written sentences was as hard as understanding heard ones.

They just ended up in a meaningless tumble.

Hard to imagine that from there I have become a writer with 9 published books, 4 film scripts and a (as yet unpublished) novel, Diamonds in The Mud.

When I was actually able to stay sitting in a seat (and mood, anxiety, compulsive and information processing disorders make that quite some challenge) I was able to copy sentences from the blackboard and hence learned to handwrite. But expressing myself personally was something altogether different. Intimacy-phobic, my life was committed to intense privacy so where on earth was I meant to find the desire to show others who was in there? But I still loved the world and people and life and I was an avid people watcher all my life, mapping their patterns, their ‘music of beingness’, like a master spy, a ‘fly on the wall’ and not even I noticed I was noticing. 

My writing career began when a typewriter was left in my room at the age of nine. Like most introduced objects, these things were not presented to me with instruction for it was known that in my mostly meaning deaf world, that was a sure fire way to put your own stamp upon it, branding the object part of your world and an attempt to invade mine. So the typewriter, like other introductions, appeared to have introduced itself, it was merely there one day.

It took me some time to dare to touch its keys, watching the mechanism as it struck the ribbon through the roller (for there was no paper in it) and the carriage moved along, now shockingly altered by me. I had had an impact upon it. I existed. I had to undo it and pushed the carriage back into line before the hyperventilation subsided.

Progressively, I dared this all again until one day, I arrived home to find the typewriter had fed itself with a sheet of paper. I was shocked. The typewriter and I were not on speaking terms for quite some time. Then I dared to press the keys again.

To my horror, it printed upon the page. Now not only had I made an impact, but it could not be erased. There was the proof, upon the white of the page. There was no denying it now. I had asserted my existence and it had been captured. Then I broke out, defying all compulsion to rip the paper out, shred it and eat it, and typed a whole line of letter patterns. Well, that was the beginning of the end. Before I knew it the patterns of letters had me in fits of giggles and they made their way line by line down the page. Over the next four years the letter patterns would become word lists and the word lists would eventually become automatic, subconscious-driven, poetry hidden in the roof void where it was allowed to dare exist. My career as a writer had begun.

I went on to consolidate these words into the songs on my CDs, titled Nobody Nowhere and Mutation and expand on the experiences within them in the autobiographical works, Nobody NowhereSomebody SomewhereLike Color To The Blind and Everyday Heaven, into text books, Autism: An Inside Out ApproachAutism and Sensing: The Unlost InstinctExposure Anxiety: The Invisible Cage of Involuntary Self Protection Responses and The Jumbled Jigsaw and the poetry work, Not Just Anything. Sometimes, you have just got to trust and open the floodgates.

So my books had their foundations long before words ever found their way onto paper. The experiences under the words were first etched upon my soul, beyond the grasp of my conscious mind. Writing was the first key to the door behind which it was all locked. 

Welcome, do come through. 

Donna Williams *)

 

Donna Williams was born in Australia in 1963 and grew up in the inner city with more labels than a jam jar: deaf, psychotic, disturbed, autistic. Donna grew up with “dysfunctional language” and came to understand sentences around the age of nine. Unlike those who “think in pictures,” Donna describes herself as a kinaesthetic thinker for whom movement, pattern, theme and feel give definition to her world. 
As well as being an artist, sculptor, composer and screenwriter, she is also an internationally best-selling author with 9 published books in the field of Autism including four text books, a renowned international public speaker, a qualified teacher, and has worked as an autism consultant for 8 years working with over 600 people on the autistic spectrum.

Her first of four autobiographical works, Nobody Nowhere, spent 10 weeks at number one on the New York Times Bestseller List, sold over half a million copies worldwide and has been published in over 20 languages. Her second book, Somebody Somewhere (the second of four books in her autobiographical series) also became an international number one bestseller. Her life story is currently under option by a Hollywood film company.

She has been the subject of three documentaries, appeared as Person Of The Week with the late Peter Jennings on ABC, been featured on The Connie Chung Show, and was known for a number of interviews on Peter Gzowski’s CBC “Morningside” program.

After 13 years living in the UK, she now lives back in Australia with her husband, Chris Samuel, where they established the world’s first international self employment service for people on the autistic spectrum atwww.auties.org.

Donna can be found all over the web, but www.donnawilliams.net is a pretty good place to start.

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Come On, It’s Easy! by Donna Williams

Friday, February 9th, 2007
Filed under: Regular ContributorsDonna WilliamsThemes, SlysdexiaAuties & Aspies

Come On, It’s Easy! Why a Simple Task Took a Year to Master

by Donna Williams

We have a post office near us, one of the few and only shops I regularly go into, and it’s caused some challenges for me.

It used to have overtly bigoted people in there who would be abrupt and roll their eyes and ‘tutt’ and stuff like that when I didn’t get my money out or didn’t work out my purchase or have everything sorted before I came to the counter or when I couldn’t understand my change or left it behind or forgot to collect my purchase or tried to send something half addressed or or or.

Then, fortunately, those people left and new nicer people came and they were kind but when I had challenges the man would say, “Look, it’s really easy.”

But it was never easy.

I send parcels.

To send parcels at the post office you have to come in the door then NOT line up.

Instead you have to go to a different standing thingy in the centre of the room and find the label to declare what’s in your parcel, write on it then remember to take it with your parcel over to the counter by joining the queue… at the end of the queue.

Sounds easy doesn’t it?

OK, so I finally achieved it after trying for one year… yes, one year.

So why was this so hard?

OK, try coming in the door and remembering that BEFORE you do something you have come to do, you must do something else.

This may sound logical to you but to me it’s completely boggling.

As soon as I come in I assume I should line up because that’s how to get served and I’m there to get served at the counter.

So the idea of putting on hold what I’ve got to do WHILST I do something else, doesn’t exist in my world I’m afraid.

When I do the something else, I forget why I’m there.

If I remember why I’m there, I forget the something else I’ve got to do first.

Get it?

Then, after months of patterning to go and do the something else FIRST I still had the problem of not walking across the room straight to the front of the queue.

As you probably know, this doesn’t win friends.

But tell that to a dyslexic for whom the end and beginning of the queue are only kinaesthetically in “relation to the door of entry.”

So what happens when you don’t come in and join the queue but have to join it ONCE you’re inside?
Well, that’s when you look at the long line of people and take the most direct route.

This is of course logical as when one comes in the door the end is always the most direct route, so try teaching the body that once you are already inside the shop this isn’t the way to the end of the queue.

No can do, patterning overrides, after all it is a form of intelligence and in the absence of the same visual processing as others this is my most reliable sensory navigation-body mapping.

So here I am, trying to sequence without sequencing, trying to be directional with a dyslexic brain in which left and right, beginning and end are in relation to where I came in and otherwise random, and you have something not so easy at all.

Finally, the other day, after a year of trying and guessing and getting it wrong, I finally “did” this illogical, chaotic, new system and felt very clever regardless how stupid I must have seemed to have taken so long to learn “such a simple thing.”

But as I stood in that queue at the right end, smiling to myself, I knew I’d done what others in that queue hadn’t done. I could walk in their shoes, however foreign, in a world in which almost none of them will ever find a use, worth or reason for walking in mine.

At the counter it was like I’d won the lottery, and the nice people smiled nicely and served me like an ordinary and equal person, and we joked about how taking one year to learn this simple thing “wasn’t so long.”

Donna Williams was born in Australia in 1963 and grew up in the inner city with more labels than a jam jar: deaf, psychotic, disturbed, autistic. Donna grew up with “dysfunctional language” and came to understand sentences around the age of nine. Unlike those who “think in pictures,” Donna describes herself as a kinaesthetic thinker for whom movement, pattern, theme and feel give definition to her world.

As well as being an artist, sculptor, composer and screenwriter, she is also an internationally best-selling author with 9 published books in the field of Autism including four text books, a renowned international public speaker, a qualified teacher, and has worked as an autism consultant for 8 years working with over 600 people on the autistic spectrum.

Her first of four autobiographical works, Nobody Nowhere, spent 10 weeks at number one on the New York Times Bestseller List, sold over half a million copies worldwide and has been published in over 20 languages. Her second book, Somebody Somewhere (the second of four books in her autobiographical series) also became an international number one bestseller. Her life story is currently under option by a Hollywood film company.

She has been the subject of three documentaries, appeared as Person Of The Week with the late Peter Jennings on ABC, been featured on The Connie Chung Show, and was known for a number of interviews on Peter Gzowski’s CBC “Morningside” program.

After 13 years living in the UK, she now lives back in Australia with her husband, Chris Samuel, where they established the world’s first international self employment service for people on the autistic spectrum atwww.auties.org.

Donna can be found all over the web, but www.donnawilliams.net is a pretty good place to start.

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