For those who follow my Facebook account, I was a mess on Halloween night. I was taken off one of my medications, and bawling my eyes out over the stupidest thing-those “sexy” Halloween outfits! Normally I laugh at this sort of thing. I mean, “sexy” pizza? “Sexy” Big Bird (yes, that’s a costume)? I looked at that and wondered how I would be able to get a man. I mean, I would like a man, but I don’t need one. Anyway, the whole point is, I am not a model. Trouble is, models are the only thing the world wants. They want perfect little bonbons of a woman to show off to their friends like a bangle. To them, women are possessions. The whole world is Donald Trump when it comes to women. Marry them, produce a child or two, then dump them when they get too old or too fat. I am doomed to be an outsider, if it were not for these two words: …but God.
You see, the world looks at the outside of a woman. You know, like Donald Trump. But God looks at the character of the woman. I mean, the ideal woman – the one described in Proverbs 31 in the Bible – has no known physical characteristics. It talks about what she does, what kind of relationship she has, but no defined talk about her eyes, her weight, or her skin color. Compare that to the content of Vogue. All they talk is “thinness, money, bitchiness.” So the only way I’ll get a man is to be a stick-thin rich trinket? I mean, how are you going to stay attractive that way if you get pregnant? I’m still convinced Hollywood and the world is Donald Trump when it comes to women. That’s why I don’t like the way Hollywood is. I go by the Bible, because a woman there is strong and true. I’ll get more into it later on, but the right man, if I’m supposed to have one, is coming for me in God’s time.
By now, you have all heard that Jerry Seinfeld has revealed he might be on the autism spectrum. He says it’s on a long, drawn-out scale, but I believe it’s not that long and drawn-out from my position. We have a lot of things in common: We both struggle to communicate. We both have troubles with similes, metaphors and idioms. Both of us rehearse what we are going to say: him onstage, me just in public. So you see, we are not that far from each other. And that’s not bad. One of the things that upsets me so much about the “Autism Community” is that many of them discount those of us with autism as not being able to speak, or, dare I say it, retarded. (Normally I would use Carlos Mencia’s phrase “Dee dee dee” to describe people being or acting stupid, but the word retarded usually carries the same connotation to most in the “Autism Community.”) They discount our experiences, and when they come to a self-diagnosis, or somebody who advocates on their own, they are too blinded by their own experiences to open their minds to this particular experience. I believe this is one of the reasons people in the “Autism Community” tend to throw shade at somebody who has self-diagnosed autism, especially a celebrity. This is why I differentiate between the “Autism Community” and the Autistic Community. The “Autism Community,” mostly perpetuated by Autism Speaks, has a large crowd of people believing that we MUST. CURE. AUTISM-even at the expense of aborting babies who may potentially have it. The Autistic Community, however, unites in love and respect towards themselves. We need more of that love and respect, not the devious “cure,” discrimination and hate that the world and the “Autism Community” seems to pedal. So, without further ado, I am glad to welcome into the Autistic Community a new celebrity member, Mr. Jerry Seinfeld. May he join the echelons of Thomas Jefferson, Daryl Hannah, Dan Aykroyd, and yes, Temple Grandin. Let us unite in love and respect.
Last night, I went to a place where I could just be myself. It was loud, noisy and super crowded, but it was crowded with the right kind of people – people who accepted me just the way I am. There were all kinds of people with disabilities-wheelchairs and walking included. I played games, made pictures, and did all sorts of dancing. You can look at all the pictures on my Facebook page (Cambria Lynn Jenkins). We had so much fun. It is a huge party called the Jesus Prom. What people do is invite those with illnesses and disabilities (and those are just common words, simmer down) to a large party, where they eat, play games, and dance. This year, camping was the theme, so we dressed down. People wore plaid, denim or camouflage gear. There was even a Duck Dynasty guy dressed up. We had barbecued chicken, with camp food sides, and played games. I love games, especially ones that challenge me. We also did dancing and I got my makeup done – really well, too. Overall, I had fun.
The whole point of the Jesus Prom is to bring people who are normally left out of the love and church activity equation in. I am not saying it as an insult; I am just stating an observation. Many people, including the caretakers of those with these conditions, are left out of the love and activity equation. Many people tend to think disabled equals stupid, but due to lack of an ability to communicate, this is often not the case. I am glad I am one of those who are finally let in. We need more Jesus Proms. We could bring the Jesus Prom to churches everywhere. Just pray about it.