Tim Barrus Blog
Posts tagged with autism
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What Does Autistic Mean
We know what autistic means. Usually, we have to pretend to be like you. Or you will kill us. We get it. We so get it.
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Michigan Was Not a Life
I am autistic. I have wondered and wondered. I lived on the wrong side of the river. Rusted ugly town of rusted ugly people. There was no blue sky. The coal cars stunk like corpses and the sulphurized-yellow clouds that drifted through our homes and lives, and as it lifted…
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
I Was Fucking Him Then He Died So. Like. The dude under you just died. You have permission to leave Dodge. I would just go. The movies would have you rolling the body up in the dining room carpet. I hope you got paid. I would never look for a…
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
Tea is best. Mescaline in my world is Moon. In my world, this will not be a world you recognize or know, there are codes, languages, suggestions articulated to obfuscate the normals into demonstrations of a white snow. Button snow is a little darker. If you advocate, you break the…
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Tim Barrus: Ancient Prophecies
I was just standing there one day, no one knows the day, all of them were there, the ones I had fucked, the ones who had fucked me as in orbit you never knew anyone who believed no shit wasn’t going to go crackerjack on that flight from pain. How…
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Tim Barrus: On Writing
People will tell you to hang in there. It’s not malevolent. It’s stupid, but not outright evil. It’s just sound coming from a mouth, signaling closure. I’m autistic. I do not get this stuff. What does it mean when their eyes look up into the sky. There is a message…
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Tim Barrus: Even the Weather
I am a communist. That alone will push me down a thousand paths. I do not tell people about it. They laugh at me. Everyone hates me. I have learned that without support, you become autism’s slave. I like the phone because I can arrange the apps around how they…
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Autism Spectrum We Do Not Know That Much About the Brain Although We Pretend We Do. Rubbish.
What was it like when you were a kid. They all go there. Sooner or later. I was a straight A student who supported his family. At thirteen. At fourteen I knew I would shoot myself. I did.
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The Birthday Party
the birthday party became too loud/ you could not handle it/ the other guys were slightly astounded that you panicked/ birthdays in general can be a dark afternoon where everything is forgotten/ i can’t blame you/ the counterfeits of our second selves/ what’s wrong with him he’s freaking out at…
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Tim Barrus: The New York Times
Tim Barrus: The New York Times (for those of you who are telling me that the New York Times would never publish my experience/opinion – eat shit) http://www.nytimes.com/2018/09/02/nyregion/suicide-school-overdose-deaths-ny-family-foundation.html?comments#permid=28470036 Institutional Abuse of Children With Autism I worked in a school for children living with autism, and saw the most shocking, egregious,…