Uniquely Depressing

Jesi Kay

Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

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9 Responses

  1. Serins says:

    That is really something of a poem! 🙂 very well written indeed.

  2. Shelah says:

    Thank you so much for sharing this! I work with children with autism and applaud your desire to increase compassion for people with special needs.

    • Jessica says:

      Thank you. I’m so glad you read it. My son gave me a very unique perspective but I’ve always been aware of the need for acceptance by all. I have a cousin who became deaf in an accident as well as a second cousin who was born with Down’s Syndrome. Heck, I had a Barbie doll I played with who’s feet was chewed off by my baby sister and I pretended she was handicapped. She was my favorite doll. She was still capable of doing anything she damn well pleased even though she couldn’t wear pretty shoes and couldn’t walk. I was a very unique child-LOL

  3. Shelah says:

    I would say it was in your heart at a young age that you would somehow help others with disabilities, that Barbie proves it! 🙂 My brother is on the spectrum and it was because of him that I decided to become a speech/language pathologist! I knew that when I was 12 and never veered off that path. 🙂

    • Jessica says:

      I don’t know how I help others with disabilities but I have been surrounded by it at some point all my life. And I am very sensitive to how others view those who can’t help the way they are. I think the ‘true’ disabled person is the one who has not only the ability but the wherewithal to do something someone else can’t but refuses to…and then makes excuses about why they can’t. If that makes any sense….

  4. qwietpleez says:

    I hope he finds the relief and help he needs, the tools that can help him cope. He is struggling with more than autism, which is rather common – I feel for him, for the family. One of my boys is diagnosed with bipolar as well as autism. Autism is a breeze compared to some of the things that often keep it company.

    That last image hurt my heart because there is so much more to autism, there can be so, so much more. The right interventions and therapies, even medications to treat co-existing conditions can change the world for people struggling.

    Your son has a precious heart.

    • Jessica says:

      Thank you, Crystal. It takes special people to live with special needs. I am thankful every day that I did not have to learn what it would be like but I am also very glad that I was able to raise a son with enough compassion and empathy in his heart that HE can be one of those special people. I am very glad you commented. Thank you.

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