Author: chadwickbaldwin

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A Canadian teacher in China

Teenagers rehearsing a play on a stage in a shopping mall with pianist accompanying

Poetry & Arms

A week ago, I received a message inviting my daughter to recite Chinese Poetry for the City’s Literacy Month Kick off. She would be given the weekend to read and practice this poem, have a dress rehearsal the following Monday after school and then the performance the next morning (Tuesday Morning)

My daughter can’t read many characters yet, but has learned Pinyin. You many people don’t realize that there are effectively 3 different ways to write Chinese. There is “Traditional Chinese” which is used in Taiwan, Korea, and Japan. these are complicated and has a list of characters (nearly 5,000). There is “Simplified Chinese” which is a similar set of characters, or slightly modified characters (nearly 9,000). “Simplified” is used in Mainland China. But then there is Pinyin. Pinyin is phonetic. It takes the Latin Characters (No, there is no such thing as an “English” character) basically using ther same sounds (Q makes a Ch sound, and X makes a Sh sound)

My Daughter can read Pinyin, and a hanful of characters. So we went to the internet and converted the poem to Pinyin for her.

Monday night we headed off to the rehearsal, she met with 3 other girls from another class. The girls did a great job. The event was t o kickstart a Municipal Reading Month and an “AI Reading Research Institute”

It started with a Russian professor from a local university reading the poem and doing “BaDuanJin” with a group of public school children. BaDuaJin looks like Tai-Chi for children. then halfway through the poem they collectively invite my daughter and the other foreign girls on stage symbolizing the city’s open invitation of all nationalities to join them.

the poor girls rehearsed 7 times that night.

Around the 2nd time, I noticed my daughter getting a bit hoarse. So I ran some water down to her. going down the stairs from our seat with no problem.

On the way back up however, I tripped. I fell down, smashed my wrist and then my elbow onto the stairs. The pain immediately made me feel nauseous, but I got up and moved back to my wife.

I had to hold my arm up with my other arm all night because I was not going to ruin my daughter’s rehearsal. We ordered an arm sling on the way home.

The next two days I wore the sling and was content. I had convinced myself that it was just a muscle injury. But when Thursday came around and things didn’t seem to be getting better, I made an appointment.

I could not move my arm from the elbow down. My finders were fine, painful, but they moved on command.

Today I went to the doctor. I have never seen an orthopedic doctor squirm before. when taking X-rays and CT scans, I had to place my arm in some painful poses. Each time he apologized, called me his hero and at one point helped me hold it in a manageable position so the x-ray machine could take pictures.

I have fractured my elbow and am now in a cast. He recommends Surgery, but this clinic doesn’t do that. So now I have to locate a hospital that may.

On a positive Note Hannah did really well Tuesday morning I am told. and from Wednesday ~ Friday this week was “Wellness Week” at school. (many events, less classes)

Long Time…

It has been nearly 2 months since I was able to write anything. I have gone back and read my work, and edited it, don’t get me wrong about that. But I have not been able to focus well enough to create in a while. I miss it.

Part of my difficulty has been low level depression. When I am overwhelmed, and near shut down for long enough, depression kicks in. I have had to deal with this before. I am not alone in the autistic community facing it.

I get rest each day. That resets me to just above shut down. Then I work my way through the day. Sometimes when I get home, I cannot function. I need rest, but my over-whelming sense of responsibility keep me from doing so.

My family needs me to work for our survival. The kids I care for at work need me.

I need rest.

Today as I was walking with my family, my mind began wandering. I remembered a situation from about a decade ago. I had a co-worker who was a friend of my wife’s. Her child was in my class. In general he was a good kid.

My family had gone to a swimming pool and My wife’s friend and her son had been invited along. I think there were other friends invited too, I’m not sure.

A long time ago I mentioned my sensitivity with my face. But to reiterate: I cannot stand water splashing on my face or wind blowing on my face. Wind is not as bad as water, but both cause a panic attack on me. I can’t even face my shower. I have to wash my face with a wet cloth.

Anyways, while swimming, the boy began playfully splashing at me. I asked him to stop. That seemed to encourage him, and he splashed me more. I gave him a big splash and dove under the water to swim away. As soon as I came up, he splashed me in my face again. I asked him to stop again and tried to get away, when he splashed my face again, and I called out (unfortunately loud enough for the entire swimming pool to hear) “I SAID STOP!”

His mom came and took him, and the following year they moved him out of our school. I hope that this had nothing to do with me calling him out like that. But I was at my wits end. An 8 year old boy had nearly incited a meltdown from a 40 year old man.

I sometimes wonder why people do that. When asked to stop something, they push harder. I understand he was a child, but I find adults do similar things. Sometimes, it’s easier to avoid people. Trying to talk to them can be exhausting. Often times, I don’t even have the energy for the initial request to stop. It’s just easier to hide.

Years ago, the school I was at brought a psychiatrist to the school to talk about Mental health. I admitted publicly that I was tired. I was responsible for so many things. These included finances, the well-being of my wife and children, and caring for my in-laws at the time. I didn’t want to insinuate that I wanted help. I just wanted someone to know that it was exhausting. The psychiatrist took it to mean that I wished that the others would go out and earn a living. I did not want that. I knew the situations made it impossible. I understood why it had to be me at the time. So, I felt again misunderstood and looked over.

I have been feeling like in my exhaustion, I am making a lot of stupid mistakes lately. Like above, I am not able to communicate my concerns and feelings well and others are misunderstanding them. This makes me feel worse and deepens the depression.

Sorry. I am not making a clear focused article today. I just need to rest and clear my mind.

Hopefully I will be able to think straight again before another 2 months pass.

Lost in my own Mind

I have been stuck in my own mind lately. Too many things need to get back up and running, and I am falling behind because I get stuck.

In my Novel Gateways (Coming out Soon~ish). I had to write a chapter about my main character being stuck in her own mind during a shutdown. I am not happy with the way it turned out so far and I will be rewriting it soon. But it’s not an easy sensation to explain or show.

The stereotype, or trope is to have them floating in blackness and hear the voices of the outside world, maybe have them enter memories and interact with them. But that is not what it really feels like.

During a shutdown, my mind goes blank. I don’t see blackness, at least not anymore. I used to black out completely, but then my body would go into flight or flight mode. But I don’t do that anymore. I just shut down.

As an adult, my mind goes blank, mostly. I don’t see black, I don’t see anything really. I am aware of light, and can feel that things are happening around, but I am not truly aware of what. Sound exists, but not focus. There is no sense of me. I don’t see memories, or feel floaty. I don’t feel anything really. But just like my youth, my body may react while my mind is absent.

I may run, be violent, or just sit there, all depending on what is happening. I have not been violent in many years, and if I am, it iis always defensive, not aggressive. I think the last time I was violent, I was living in Korea. I apparently was hit in the face by someone during shutdown, and responded by knocking him flat. I have no memories of this, but a friend told me what they saw. I don’t even remember what shut me down that time.

The last time I ran away during a shut down, was in college I believe. I was stuck in my mind, and apparently there was a loud noise or someone yelling, and I ran smack into the closed fire exit. I woke on the floor next to the door.

Usually I just sit and stare at something. If it happens to be a person, or if a person sits where I am staring, it can cause some confusion, or even accusations. Nothing like rebooting and coming back into focus with someone screaming at you because you have been staring at them for the last 10 minutes.If they had moved, they would have realized it wasn’t them I was staring at, but anything in that direction….

During a shutdown I can sometimes direct my gaze in a direction. But sometimes I can’t as it comes on unexpectedly, or too fast.

This is not easy stuff to explain in a novel. But I will endeavor to do so.

As for me, I hav not completly shut down yet, but I have been close to it for a few weeks. I just need some time to over sleep, and do nothing to realign my brain to my new reality.

I am reminded of my old E-mail Signature from When Hotmail was independant of Microsoft. It went something like:

REALITY.SYS HAS FAILED-(R)EBOOT REALITY OR (E)XIT