Please Show Compassion For Autistic People And Their Therapists

Please Show Compassion For Autistic People And Their Therapists
Please Show Compassion For Autistic People and their therapists

Please Show Compassion For Autistic People And Their Therapists
I’m sure most of you have heard about the cop on Florida who shot a therapist to an autistic man. This poor man wasn’t doing anything wrong. He, let me say it again. He was helping his patient. Helping.

When I read this story I was fuming and still am as I’m writing this post. The article also said this same policeman pointed a gun at the autistic man. Are you kidding me? From what I read it sounds like he had a meltdown, and said someone said he wanted to kill himself. Not sure, if he said that or not. It was also called in that he had a gun. It wasn’t a gun, it was a toy truck.

In another article, which I’ll quote and post a link to. The man had ran away from his group home, and he was trying to comfort him.

The behavioral therapist said he was comforting his patient, who ran away from the group home where Kinsey works.

When North Miami police arrived on the scene, the black therapist feared cops would mistake the 27-year-old patient’s toy truck for a weapon.

Please Show Compassion For Autistic People And Their Therapists. AP photo credit.

Kinsey lay on his back on the street and put his arms in the air to show his hands were empty.

I’m going to the ground, just like this with my hands up,” he told a local news station from his hospital room as he raised his arms above his head.

“And I’m telling him again, ‘Sir, there’s no need for firearms. I’m unarmed. This is an autistic guy, He has a toy truck in his hand.’”

You can read the whole article here. 

Why in the world would any cop believe it is okay to continue to point a gun at a man with autism? The therapist told him. Like, seriously would he had done this to a child? This poor man more than likely has a mind of a child. I don’t know cause I don’t know him, but do know he was playing with a truck.

There’s so much to worry about with our kiddos on the spectrum. Do we now have to worry if they have a meltdown or run away, (which can happen ), that a cop might pull a gun on our son or daughter and shoot them?

Compassion. People. Need to learn compassion. Talk to the young man or woman. Try and help them. DON’T TRY AND SHOOT THEM! I’m for cops, but this makes me mad. This cop needs be held responsible and not let off.

Please, and I beg all law enforcement to start having training on how to handle someone on the autism spectrum. Learn how to talk to them so they’re not scared. Those on the spectrum aren’t dangerous. Do you all here that? They’re not dangerous. Most are the sweetest people you’ll ever meet!

As a mama to 3 on this spectrum my heart aches for this young man. He must have been so scared and I’m sure still is. I pray for him and the therapist and for the officer.

Stop pulling guns first. Stop think and show compassion. God help us.

Weekend Writing Warriors–Road To Recovery / #8sunday

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Weekend Writing Warriors–Road To Recovery / #8sunday

Weekend Writing Warriors–Road To Recovery / #8sunday

We pick up this weekend where we left off. Kyle is teasing Erin. Let’s see how she reacts. OH, by the way, Road To Recovery released this week and is already a bestseller in the Women’s fiction, Christian genre. YAY!

“What’s that?” Her mouth went dry, and she resisted the urge to squirm in her chair as he spoke. His voice reached her so deep that she swore she could feel him in her bones.

“You go on a date with me.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

Kyle straightened and pinned her with a stare, his eyes darkening. “No, I’m not. If you want to know, you have to agree to go on a date with me first.”

Erin stood, grabbed the charts, and grunted. “I’m not going out with you.” She turned to walk away from him, but she didn’t make it far before his next words had her turning back.

 

Blurb

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Weekend Writing Warriors–Road To Recovery / #8sunday

This book was released under my pen name a few years ago. It has been redone and had faith added to it.

Dr. Erin Miller vows to never let a man penetrate her heart again. With her life on track once again, all a girl needs is a career she loves, amazing friends and God. Right? When a mentorship with the Chief Pediatric Surgeon becomes available, she couldn’t be more thrilled. Maybe this is just what the doctor ordered! Confident she will be chosen for the coveted role of mentee. That is, until the handsome and charismatic Dr. Kyle Reynolds decides he wants the mentorship as well. Time to crush him!

Kyle Reynolds has lost everything, including his wife and daughter, and his faith. With nothing left in his life worth living for, except his job, he sets his sights on the new mentorship position with single-minded determination. The only obstacle between him and his goal is Dr. Erin Miller. No biggie, he can handle her. Or at least he thinks he can. Can Kyle stick to his guns or will his heart get in the way?

 

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Road To Recovery, Re-release

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Road To Recovery, Re-release

Today, my very first book is being re-released. I’m super excited about this because it was my first and I’ve learned a lot since then.One major change to the book is that all the sex was taken out. I’ve made this a Christian romance. There’s still passion in the book, just not going too far. You can always expect to have a little steam in my books.Some may not like that, and that’s okay. I want to show real situations that can happen to believers, and how they handle it. Sometimes, they’ll do the right thing and other times they’ll fall. That’s life.

Now, when it was released years ago I was told by readers to warn other readers to have tissues ready. I know I cried a few times while writing this book.

Excerpt

“Aucun problème aucun Froid en pierre.” A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. The beat of her heart accelerated a few more beats like a race car just starting its engine before a race starts.

“I have no clue what you said.”

“I know.”

“Are you going to tell me?” Whatever it was, it sounded so desirable coming from his lips. Heck, anything coming from him would sound good. Her heart felt like it would beat out of her chest at any moment with the way he stared at her. It had been three years since a man made her feel like this.

He leaned over, his face two inches away from hers. His voice dropped an octave. “I will on one condition.”

“What’s that?” Her mouth went dry, and she resisted the urge to squirm in her chair as he spoke. His voice reached her so deep that she swore she could feel him in her bones.

“You go on a date with me.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

Kyle straightened and pinned her with a stare, his eyes darkening. “No, I’m not. If you want to know, you have to agree to go on a date with me first.”

Erin stood, grabbed the charts, and grunted. “I’m not going out with you.” She turned to walk away from him, but she didn’t make it far before his next words had her turning back.

“Fine, have it your way, Stone Cold.”

She swirled around, marched over to him. “What is that supposed to mean?” She’d thought the nickname had died down long ago and she sure didn’t want him calling her that. Blood boiled in her veins at hearing someone call her by that taunt once again.

“Nothing.”

“Listen here,” Erin poked him in the chest. “I’ll never go out with you. Not after you stood me up the last time.” Erin had never expressed how mad being stood up made her, but she was about to do it now. He had some nerve to ask her out after he never showed for their date two years ago. Who did he think he was?

“Why not? You know you want to, Stone Cold.”

“Stop right now!”

Kyle pushed off the desk; the motion forced her to look up at him. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close against his taut body, and rolled his hips towards her.

She swallowed hard.

“You need someone to kiss you thoroughly to make you shut up.”

Her heart pounded loudly in her ears. Lowering her gaze to his lips, she pulled her lower lip in, grazing it with her teeth. He inched forward until his kissable lips were so close to hers all she had to do was move less than an inch and they’d touch. He lifted her chin with a gentle finger, and she met his eyes. She pulled out of the daze that had consumed her. No. It couldn’t happen no matter how much she wanted him to kiss her. She tried to step away, but he held her tight against him.

“You have no clue what you’re talking about,” she snapped.

“Don’t I?” He challenged, raising a brow.

“Ugh! You’re such a pig.” She pushed him and took off down the hall, his laughter trailing after her.

Kyle got under her skin more than she wanted to admit. His cologne lingered on her scrubs, and she could still feel his arms around her. She’d almost given into the pull and leaned forward to kiss him. Kyle had been so close she could smell his Calvin Klein’s Obsession, and it messed with her head. She’d know that scent anywhere after working long hours and so close to him.

 

Blurb

This book was released under my pen name a few years ago. It has been redone and had faith added to it.

Dr. Erin Miller vows to never let a man penetrate her heart again. With her life on track once again, all a girl needs is a career she loves, amazing friends and God. Right? When a mentorship with the Chief Pediatric Surgeon becomes available, she couldn’t be more thrilled. Maybe this is just what the doctor ordered! Confident she will be chosen for the coveted role of mentee. That is, until the handsome and charismatic Dr. Kyle Reynolds decides he wants the mentorship as well. Time to crush him!

Kyle Reynolds has lost everything, including his wife and daughter, and his faith. With nothing left in his life worth living for, except his job, he sets his sights on the new mentorship position with single-minded determination. The only obstacle between him and his goal is Dr. Erin Miller. No biggie, he can handle her. Or at least he thinks he can. Can Kyle stick to his guns or will his heart get in the way?

You buy from these links. Kindle, Barnes and Noble and iBooks.

Weekend Writing Warriors / #8sunday

Weekend Writing Warriors / #8sunday
Weekend Writing Warriors / #8sunday

Weekend Writing Warriors / #8sunday

I was going to continue from where I left off a few weeks ago, but I have a book releasing July 6, 2016, so I want to use excerpts from that. I promise we’ll get back to, Jace and Mary from Buried Secrets.

 

“Aucun problème aucun Froid en pierre.” A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. The beat of her heart accelerated a few more beats like a race car just starting its engine before a race starts.

“I have no clue what you said.”

“I know.”

“Are you going to tell me?” Whatever it was, it sounded so desirable coming from his lips. Heck, anything coming from him would sound good. Her heart felt like it would beat out of her chest at any moment with the way he stared at her. It had been three years since a man made her feel like this.

He leaned over, his face two inches away from hers. His voice dropped an octave. “I will on one condition.”

 

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Weekend Writing Warriors / #8sunday

Blurb

This book was released under my pen name a few years ago. It has been redone and had faith added to it.

Dr. Erin Miller vows to never let a man penetrate her heart again. With her life on track once again, all a girl needs is a career she loves, amazing friends and God. Right? When a mentorship with the Chief Pediatric Surgeon becomes available, she couldn’t be more thrilled. Maybe this is just what the doctor ordered! Confident she will be chosen for the coveted role of mentee. That is, until the handsome and charismatic Dr. Kyle Reynolds decides he wants the mentorship as well. Time to crush him!

Kyle Reynolds has lost everything, including his wife and daughter, and his faith. With nothing left in his life worth living for, except his job, he sets his sights on the new mentorship position with single-minded determination. The only obstacle between him and his goal is Dr. Erin Miller. No biggie, he can handle her. Or at least he thinks he can. Can Kyle stick to his guns or will his heart get in the way?

Pre-order Links: amazon_buylink  Barnes and Noble

Be sure to go and check out the other writers over at Weekend Writing Warriors blog.

Weekend Writing Warriors / #8sunday

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Weekend Writing Warriors / #8sunday

I’ve not done one of these Weekend Writing Warriors / #8sunday in like a year or so. I’m back! My snippet for this weekend is from book two of my Carolina Danger series. Mary has just discovered someone is following her.

 

Mary grabbed her cell phone from her purse and dialed. On the second ring, Jace picked up and she’d never been so happy to hear his voice before. “I believe I’m being followed.” The words tumbled out of her mouth as she continued north through the town. Her hands shook as she tried to keep the car on the road. She glanced in the little mirror to check on her child.
“Where are you?” A chair squeaked and it sounded like he got up and grabbed a set of keys.

 

Weekend Writing Warriors / #8sunday

Blurb

A message from her dead husband turns Mary Cox’s life upside down. Someone wants to kill her and her daughter, Faith. They’ll stop at nothing to track her down. The only man she trusts is her best friend’s brother Jace, except, he lied to her before. Will secrets from her past destroy the life she’s made for herself or bring them closer together and to God?

Just as Jace Smith begins to adjust to civilian life, a cry of help from the only woman he’s ever cared for sends him back into the heat of battle. The type where someone—may not come out alive in the end. Secrets are revealed and nothing will ever be the same again. He’d do anything to keep Mary and her daughter safe from the danger after them. But a secret from his past threatens everything. Can they ever get back what they once had or die trying?

You can get a copy from Amazon

 

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Adventures In My First Garden and Flowers

Adventures In My First Garden and Flowers

I decided to bite the bullet per say and do a garden this year. It’s my first time doing this and I hope and pray I have a green thumb.  Not only that, I’ve planted flowers as well. Yep, I was crazy and decided to go all out this year and see what happens. Hubby looked at me like I’d lost my mind. I may have. Anyways, I’m going to document my garden and see how it goes.

As of today it’s been a few weeks since I started the flowers. They’re starting to grow. I have two rose bushes and two lily bushes. Now, one of my rose bushes is doing great. It started blooming like crazy a couple days after I planted it. Yeah! The other bush had a couple of buds that didn’t do anything so those got pruned off. There are two more buds starting that look healthy.

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Adventures In My First Garden and Flowers

The lillies have been blossoming like crazy and doing well. Some leaves got knocked off with a recent storm but they’ve recovered. Yeah again! I also planted some other small flowers around those. These have finally started to grow from all the rain and are looking great. I still need to get some of the big green stuff that I call crap pulled away. I may have gotten distracted with planting the garden out back. I also got a hanging basket for outside.

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Adventures In My First Garden and Flowers

Now onto the garden. I didn’t have a tilling machine and all of the ones that could be rented were. So, what’s a girl to do? Well, I went searching on Goggle and Youtube of course. I found a lot of things about double digging and some videos. I showed hubby who raised a brow at me and almost gave me a bless your heart pat. He watched and said um…okay I think we can do this.

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Adventures In My First Garden and Flowers

We did. It was flipping hard because our ground here has clay in it. CLAY! That stuff is hard to dig through. OH, and to top it off we had crab grass in half the backyard I HATE CRAB GRASS! It was like trying to drill into it. I’m for real! It took us two weeks to get it all done, doing a few rows each weekend. Our oldest daughter was all for digging and gelped alot. the other three we’re like you’re crazy and are on you’re own.

Things are growing very well. Nothing really to report on there because, well, too early to see any produce. But all the stuff is growing.

 

Excerpt Tuesday with Annie Lima

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Bensin’s first opportunity to show he wasn’t going to be the kind of glad the arena expected came in the clinic an hour later, as he lay on his back on the examining table, strapped down and gasping in pain.

“Thank you,” he managed, his voice an agonized whisper.

Doc, Morden, and the guard in attendance all gave him funny looks. “‘Thank you’?” Doc echoed. “For what?”

“For —” Bensin licked his lips and took a deep breath, trying to focus around the pain. “For fixing my arm.”

Doc raised his eyebrows. “That’s the first time anyone’s ever thanked me for setting a broken bone without anesthesia.”

“Well, it — it’s better than having it stay broken.”

“True. You’re welcome. Now, you’ll need to watch what you do with that arm for the next couple of months while the cast is on, and try not to get it wet. I’ll make sure someone brings you a plastic sheath to put on over it before you get in the shower every night. And you’ll have to take it easy anyway till that bump on your head heals. Doesn’t look like a concussion, but we don’t want to take any chances. I’ll talk to Ian later about that.”

Doc backed away to a safe distance before nodding to the guard to unfasten the clasps. “Sit up slowly before you try to stand, and lean on the railing if you need to as you go out. Let me know if you start experiencing any other symptoms.” He turned to Morden. “I’m going to go grab another cup of coffee before the next dire emergency staggers in. Do me a favor and call someone to get that body bag out of here, all right?” He headed for the door. “Have I ever mentioned how much I hate weekends?”

 

Blurb

Bensin, a teenage slave and martial artist, is just one victory away from freedom. But after he is accused of a crime he didn’t commit, he is condemned to the violent life and early death of a gladiator. While his loved ones seek desperately for a way to rescue him, Bensin struggles to stay alive and forge an identity in an environment designed to strip it from him. When he infuriates the authorities with his choices, he knows he is running out of time. Can he stand against the cruelty of the arena system and seize his freedom before that system crushes him?

 

You can get a copy of The Gladiator and the Guardian here. 

 

71Mf0mpDPcL._UX250_Annie Douglass Lima spent most of her childhood in Kenya and later graduated from Biola University in Southern California. She and her husband Floyd currently live in Taiwan, where she teaches fifth grade at Morrison Academy. She has been writing poetry, short stories, and novels since her childhood, and to date has published ten books (one YA action and adventure novel, four fantasies, a puppet script, and four anthologies of her students’ poetry). Besides writing, her hobbies include reading (especially fantasy and science fiction), scrapbooking, and international travel.

50 Cents Being A Jerk To Teen With Autism

50 Cents Being A Jerk To Teen With Autism
50 Cents Being A Jerk To Teen With Autism

You know what really ticks me off? Celebrities who think they can make fun of those with disabilities and that they can get away with it. I’m sure you’ve all heard about 50 Cents making fun of a teen with autism. This teen was doing his job. HIS JOB! 50 Cents decided to follow him and make fun of him and not just once, but more than once. Are you kidding me?

Please beware there’s a lot of foul language in this short video.


This poor teen has social anxiety, which is very common of this on the spectrum. He didn’t want to talk and kept walking minding his own business. It just gets under my skin people who make fun of those with disabilities. Being a mom of children on the spectrum this makes the mama bear in me to come out.

If you have nothing nice to say keep your stinking mouth shut. That use to be a thing, but nowadays people can’t follow that rule. Not only that he’s a rapper…nothing against that music if you like it. Who listens to this music? Teen and young adults and sometimes kids. All of which hang on their words and look up to them.

Guess what, then they think this is okay to do because a rapper they like has done it. Bullying is so bad these days in the school system and with those on the spectrum. Set a stinking example or keep your mouth shut. It is that simple so that someone’s feelings might not be hurt. Kids on the spectrum have it hard enough. They don’t need this nor do they deserve it.

Yes, he did apologize. But, you know he could have avoided this with not opening his mouth in the first place. I wonder if celebrities as really sorry for what they did or that they got caught.  Treat people like God would.

Do You Need Music or Silence While Writing?

Do You Need Music or Silence While Writing?
Do You Need Music or Silence While Writing?

Music can relay things so well when we can’t find the words to say what needs to be said. They can touch someone’s soul deeper than anything else at times. I don’t know about anyone else, but for me, I have to write with music playing. If I don’t have music I just can’t write.

 

I’m working on a new book and looking for music for the playlist, still, even though I have a good chunk of it written, but it is a different genre for me, so it is taking me some time. It becomes even more important during editing. The only noise I can handle is the songs playing. While writing the first draft I can deal with kids yelling, coming to interrupt every few moments…no big deal. I’ve been known to take my laptop into the living room and hold conversations with my family while writing. But when it’s time to edit, then all of that stops and I lock myself into my office with just the songs. There might be times while editing that I listen to the same song over and over for one scene until it’s just right.

The other day while writing, I couldn’t think of anything to listen to for the scene and in turn was having trouble writing. That is until this song by One Direction came on and it hit me. This is how my hero, Tristan is feeling. He has a lot of feelings to work through for the heroine, Kaitlin. He wants to do the right thing. He’ll do anything to keep her safe and yet he doesn’t want to hurt her. He hangs onto these little moments where they’re together and everything is as it should be.

 Then this song, it’s close to how she’s feeling about him. She knows something has changed since she’s met Tristan. Kaitlin has to decide if she wants to trust him, or if he’s been lying to her the whole time for his own evil needs. What she finds out may tear them apart or push them closer.

One last song that is the theme of the book is this one for the danger.

So, do you have to have music playing while writing or does it need to be silent?

Unleavened Bread, Jesus and The Matzah Connection

Unleavened Bread, Jesus and The Matzah Connection
Unleavened Bread, Jesus and The Matzah Connection

My family and I are in the middle of celebrating Passover and Feast of Unleavened bread. It’s an amazing time and holiday. We start by cleaning out all the old leaven (chametz) from our home and hearts.  Chametz represents sin in our lives. Death and Decay. I start by cleaning my whole house and not just cleaning, but really deep cleaning. All the cabinets have all things taken out, vacuumed and then wiped down, including the refrigerator.

I also put any anything with leavening into a cabinet that has already been cleaned and won’t be used. It gets tapped up and not used for the holiday. Sure, it is hard not to eat things with leaven, but it is so worth it. The lessons we have learned are worth all the hard work.

Unleavened Bread, Jesus and The Matzah Connection
Unleavened Bread, Jesus and The Matzah Connection

We buy matzah and lots of it! I do mean lots as we will be eating it in place of bread this week. I totally think it is amazing that this “piece of bread, which so isn’t bread,” is pierced and has stripes on it. Sound familiar?

Isaiah 53:5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.  

What an amazing reminder set right before us reach year as this holiday comes around? Maybe God is trying to tell us something by this? You think?

If you’re interested in learning more I suggest you go to Hebrew For Christians. They explain it so much better over there, then I ever could.