18/04/2024
Puedes tomarte 5 minutos para pedir a Dios por el?
Speed it up. No rewind. Stop. Stop there. It’s before the end. Right before.
After everyone told me not to worry he won’t die.
It’s just autism.
Don’t be dramatic.
We don’t know why he can’t breathe.
Low oxygen is just him holding his breath (not true, I tested it and made them test it).
He looks fine.
If he can do that then he’s no sick. No one could function if his levels were that.
It’s. Just. Autism.
Autism doesn’t kill.
But here. He is dying. Because he’s not breathing. Because his legs are so painful he can’t walk. His organs are shutting down. Because in the end, he could not communicate what was wrong and no one would listen otherwise. Autism does kill. Autism is deficits in communication as one of the hallmarks. And his deficit in communication made it impossible to know things until they were too late. And the medical community would not listen or follow his behavior as clues or listen to me who did know his behavior.
He was sick. He couldn’t breathe. He had low oxygen. He had a neuropathy so painful his legs were on fire. He was not fine, he just loved life even if it was painful.
Here. Toward the end. The culmination of his life and fighting to live it.
