Comments on: Memorial to Katherine (Katie) McCarron

By: In Gedenken an Katie McCarron - Autismus-Kultur

In Gedenken an Katie McCarron - Autismus-Kultur — Wed, 29 Dec 2010 02:39:39 +0000

[…] – Katie McCarron, Charles-Antoine Blais, real children, real people. Ballastexistenz – Memorial to Katherine (Katie) McCarron Left Brain/Right Brain – Katie McCarron Left Brain/Right Brain – Katherine ‚Katie’ […]

By: Joy

Joy — Thu, 01 Feb 2007 13:50:32 +0000

Thank you so much for opening my eyes in your blog in general and this particular entry. I can’t imagine what you or Katie went through, and you are amazing. Most other people would be so resentful and bitter. Please keep on sending out your loving message.

By: Ballastexistenz » Blog Archive » Katie McCarron, Charles-Antoine Blais, real children, real people.

Wed, 14 Jun 2006 10:35:34 +0000

[…] This strongly resembles something I said in my memorial post to Katie McCarron: I wonder if you would have liked any of the same things I’ve liked at different times in my life: Trees, books, marbles, blocks, staring sideways at the carpet, playing with my hair, running, stars, flat surfaces, taking walks, staring at everything upside-down, cats, rubbing fuzzy things on my face, getting pine nuts out of pine cones, picking blackberries, having mischievous but loving older brothers, light switches, sparkly sidewalks, rocks from the moon, typewriters, sliding tape measures, and prisms. […]

By: lordalfredhenry

lordalfredhenry — Sat, 27 May 2006 10:35:45 +0000

Incidentally, I loved climbing trees (and making makeshift “treehouses”/playhouses and escaping to them) as well as trying to get closer to observe the chickadees.

I’m glad you said what you did here. It’s a very heartfelt and poignant dialogue. I too believe that she was probably a very interesting child and it’s too bad/f#@*($@# awful that no one will be able to play with her, be with her, that we (possibly) may never read what she might say in the future on any of the forums, understand her experience. All her life experiences taken and destroyed selfishly due to the projected dismality of their (the “carer’s”) own life and unhealthy attachment. It is often the dependants that the dependees are most dependant on themselves. (going back to the animal hoarding analogy)

By: Laura Cottington

Laura Cottington — Thu, 25 May 2006 21:47:04 +0000

This was great!!! I love reading your works. You are amazing!

By: ballastexistenz

ballastexistenz — Thu, 25 May 2006 14:26:23 +0000

I will not write an autobiography because there's nothing in my life (including that) that hasn't been told in many others, and because the genre of autiebiography is so exploitative and I do not want my life put to the use that many people would put it to. There's plenty of possible books I might write and/or edit though. Many of the themes I covered in this particular post were also covered in Four Sight and In: Difference.

By: Kristina Chew

Kristina Chew — Thu, 25 May 2006 13:11:55 +0000

This is something pretty powerful (understatement).

I remember you wrote somewhere that you would not write a book because (sorry if I get this wrong) you don’t have anything new to say—-you do

By: Autism Vox » “This was not about autism”

Autism Vox » “This was not about autism” — Thu, 25 May 2006 12:06:31 +0000

[…] Mr. McCarron, I hope it is all right if I quote your words here because they have been running through my mind, especially yesterday. As an autism mother–whose own parents, like you, are autism grandparents–I feel a tremendous connection to your family right now. And it is because of autism. […]

By: Panda

Panda — Wed, 24 May 2006 23:55:49 +0000

I was in tears as I read this. Beautifully written. I couldn’t have said it better.

By: Justthisguy

Justthisguy — Wed, 24 May 2006 23:13:48 +0000

What you said, gal! I could not even begin to attempt to write something about this which would be nearly as good as what you have done, so I just put a link on my mostly-un-noticed-by-everybody blog to what Autism Diva had to say about it, including all her links, of course.