<![CDATA[Empowered Communication Teaching - Ethan\'s Blog]]>Fri, 17 May 2024 05:21:59 -0700Weebly<![CDATA[Final Memoir for school project]]>Mon, 26 Sep 2022 07:00:00 GMThttp://ectrpm.com/ethans-blog/final-memoir-for-school-projectI was very nervous about our coming trip. My mom had told me for a long time what was going to happen and told me all the parts of how we would go to the airport, fly in an airplane just me and her to Texas, where I had never been before, and see Soma who would teach me how to express myself with spelling. But nothing in my life had prepared me for the real event as it was much more memorable and big than I had ever expected!
When we arrived in Texas I immediately started missing my sister and dad and the new situation made me only more anxious. The streets looked different, people were speaking with different accents, the stores looked different too. We slept in a small hotel and I had hard time sleeping there and being calm. The unknown was written on all walls, no matter how much I was trying not to look there. I don’t think I slept at all the first night as I was so nervous about my meeting next day. I simply didn’t know what to expect and this was too much to bear.
The next day finally came and we saw Soma for the first time. I immediately liked her from the very first moment we saw her. She was a small and thin woman, dressed in a long Indian dress,  but her eyes were very welcoming and she spoke with a very soft voice. She told me, “Ethan, have you ever read any of Aesop’s fables?” and she didn’t wait for a verbal answer from me as most  people do and make me feel uncomfortable, but she held the letter board in front of me and her confidence made me believe in myself and that I can spell what I thought. I immediately felt that she liked me for who I was and this feeling was so new to me. My nervous anticipation immediately disappeared and I felt home being around her. This happens so rare in my life, if ever before! Only people knowing me can understand how huge that was for me! I am so used to people staring at me, with perplexed feelings which can be so overwhelming that can even choke me. Most people don’t even try to hide it. They are just so sure that not talking means not thinking.
Soma taught me one of the Aesop’s fables and my mom was crying because I think she couldn’t believe that I was so smart and I even knew math. My lelia (aunt) was also with us and she cried with deep bright blue happy tears too. She also said that now she loves math and before she never liked it. I think the warm feeling Soma was radiating was touching them too, but also much more! They were hopeful too and sometimes hope is what we all need, but nothing else! From this day my mom and my lelia spoke about Soma all the time. I liked that because I liked Soma too and I was hopeful we would see her often.
From this day I felt as if my mom started looking at me with different eyes. I felt she was proud of me and this made me more proud of myself. If Soma and my mom believed in me I felt life may become easier for me. I felt very confident for first time in my life. I even asked Soma in our last day with her if she could write to me sometime as I didn’t want to feel ever lonely again.
All my life up until then felt like I was always behind a curtain. People were seeing me but not truly for who I was because I was always a blur for them. I felt most people were not even trying to see me or talk with me and they were not even hiding it. After the usual “Ethan, how are you”, they always started talking with my mom and ignored me for the rest of the time. Soma was first person who was speaking only to me and was expecting me to answer. She didn’t even doubt that I might not be able to answer. Up until then the word “doubt” was written in invisible but bright frame in every room I walking in, every park I went to, every airport I walked through… Doubt and prejudice were people’s favorite convenient thoughts and feeling towards me. However, the doubt started lifting up with every day since then. My life has changed forever as with time I was getting more and more comfortable writing all my thoughts which up until then were trapped inside with no any bright colorful tunnel to get out. I hope one day I can contribute with a movie written about a boy like me and more people can understand about the trapped but very meaningful world of people with non-verbal autism
<![CDATA[About a true love]]>Fri, 03 Dec 2021 08:00:00 GMThttp://ectrpm.com/ethans-blog/about-a-true-loveMore days loving to come
free in mind are my caring friends
no one knows what I will become
or have an idea how it ends.

Having my thoughts only for me
could be a bliss and a torture
you should never tell me how that to be
as I disagree that it is a disorder.

Maybe I am never to change
and my life will still have a loving color
it will be very strange
if no one will bring me a flower]]>
<![CDATA[New Poem for High School]]>Tue, 01 Jun 2021 07:00:00 GMThttp://ectrpm.com/ethans-blog/new-poem-for-high-school

New Poem for High School 

I am from the blanket which was brought across the Atlantic ocean
From the hard and soft spoken accents 
I am from the coziest place on Earth, warm and loving, with lots of noise around
I am from the redwood tree in front of the house and the hardwood floors which smell of my cries
I am from traveling to Europe and Bulgarian rose
from the deer in front of the house
From the warm hugs of my dad
and the soft light in the eyes of my mom
from my friendly and artistic sister
from the walks to the park and apple tree of my diado
from the real laughter of my lelia
I am from the honesty and doubt
From dream big and not always learn from mistakes 
I am from Christian, high in the mountain 
I am from Californian and Bulgarian, made of “being different is good”
I am hidden under the bed, wishing things could get back to normal little faster,
enjoying every moment together and not losing anything in the dark.

<![CDATA[This is after a lesson about Maya Angelou’s poem "Caged bird". I told him she had trauma after which she stopped speaking for a while. Here is what he said:]]>Wed, 13 Feb 2019 08:00:00 GMThttp://ectrpm.com/ethans-blog/caged-birdNot speaking is really difficult and traumatizing. Having the letter board is coming along. I hope I will speak.
This is in answer to my question if he wants to say anything after hearing what she wrote "if you are always trying to be normal you will never know how amazing you can be”. I asked Ethan if he wants to be "normal".
No, I want to be unique, because being unique is what makes this world interesting"                                                                                                      
Then I asked him if he wants to say anything after reading that she said "There is not greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you",
"I have so many untold stories. Knowing that I can tell them one day is soothing"
"Learning about her is really helping me. Someone else who couldn't speak but had a lot to say. I am not alone.

<![CDATA[Bands of musicians]]>Tue, 07 Aug 2018 07:00:00 GMThttp://ectrpm.com/ethans-blog/bands-of-musiciansBands of musicians going through the streets 
playing here playing there 
different kinds of beats
High notes low notes music in the air
I listen trough my window and wish I could be there .
Many songs many notes I hum the catchy tune
all through the day until I see the moon.

What are you curious about?
Why I have autism
How to make it better, my challenges from autism.
My body difficulties. Because is hard to control body I am always misunderstood.
It really hurts some days. 
<![CDATA[School]]>Tue, 03 Apr 2018 07:00:00 GMThttp://ectrpm.com/ethans-blog/schoolI wanted to go to school
But no one believed in me
Heavily my heart was listening
In all stories they had to say
I wanted to dream that one day
All people will have to say
How smart I am because I can spell
And really everyone will wish me well.
<![CDATA[Chimpanzee]]>Sat, 04 Nov 2017 07:00:00 GMThttp://ectrpm.com/ethans-blog/chimpanzeeOne day my mom hired a chimpanzee to do math really well with me.
“Can I do math better than him” I thought. Mom said “No, you can’t, he is genius”
I can mind-read and so does my mom. Her back was hurting so mine was too. Mom is not ready for tutoring in math, because I am a genius. She is so scared she would die so she hired the chimp. She was so scared of my mind, she hired the chimp. Then she was calm and me too. The chimp had no self-control. He hit me and stole my shoes. Mom cried and fired him.
The end
<![CDATA[Igloo beings]]>Wed, 23 Aug 2017 07:00:00 GMThttp://ectrpm.com/ethans-blog/igloo-beingsThe story begins many years ago when a small igloo landed on Earth. The igloo had a family of unique beings inside who showed amazing flying and water abilities. They had arrived from a faraway planet hoping to make new friends. They had to learn the way of humans first so they could blend in. For nine months they were only practicing acting like humans. This meant they did not use their powers. It was not easy but they knew they had no choice. In the time they practiced being human their powers grew and they did not know that not using their powers made them out of control. The powers inside them had grown so much that they needed to escape. The powers one day had finally grown and they exploded out of their bodies. The humans saw it all and their cover was blown. Then they decided to go back home. It really made them sad. However, they had no choice. End
<![CDATA[A short story]]>Mon, 29 Aug 2016 07:00:00 GMThttp://ectrpm.com/ethans-blog/a-short-storyMany years ago after missions to other planets had caused many deaths, the president of Peru made the choice to return action of space explorations. He used his power to hire some astronauts to fly to the moon from planet Loud. Most were very nervous something bad would occur to this group also. As the mission date came closer the preparations finalized. It was the date of the launch and all had gathered to watch them take off. As the shuttle took off there were screams of excitement and some deep sounds of sadness. When the spacecraft reached the sky everyone cheered. It was a magical day.     DONE
<![CDATA[SAFETY]]>Tue, 10 May 2016 07:00:00 GMThttp://ectrpm.com/ethans-blog/safetyIn a million years, Doctor Randy never thought he would see the scene in front of him. A young boy had not worn his seat belt and was in great danger of losing his life. He needed surgery to fix his legs and to stop the blood pooling around his heart. Hoping to stop the bleeding as fast as possible the doctor started to work. He had been operating for hours when it finally stopped. All this time the boy’s mother had been waiting. The doctor came out and told her he would live and he was lucky to be alive. Now he always remembers the seat belt.
The end
<![CDATA[Views on Autism]]>Thu, 22 Oct 2015 07:00:00 GMThttp://ectrpm.com/ethans-blog/views-on-autismToday I have a dream to change views of people on autism. I hate my miserable silence. I can’t stand my life with no voice so I am glad the thoughts for spelling are flowing from my head.  I am clearly intelligent. I bet I hate spelling though. I like my lessons though. I am not in my favorite time of life. I am being young, so that’s how much I have to say.
<![CDATA[Ethan and Matteo Debate]]>Tue, 30 Jun 2015 07:00:00 GMThttp://ectrpm.com/ethans-blog/ethan-and-matteo-debateDebate about greed between Ethan and Matteo
Ethan: Greed is evil
Matteo: Greed is normal. Greed is universal so it is normal
Ethan: It is not normal because my mom is not greedy
Matteo: No, she is rich so she is not going to show it
Ethan: No, she is not rich, my problems take it all.
Matteo: She has greed like everyone else
Ethan: This place is not evil because there is no greed here. It would be awful if there was greed.
Matteo: This place has greed I have it! So does everyone else. I think Lenae is rolling in greed for our money (here of course everyone laughed because Lenae was the one holding the letter board)
Ethan: This is not true. Lenae is not greedy or she would not care when grandpa died
Matteo: No, I cannot debate that but she is greedy like the rest of us.
Ethan: You are simply wrong. The end
Mateo: Ok, you win my friend
Debate about music:
Ethan: Music is any sound
Matteo: Music is a sound with beat and rhythm
Ethan: It is always good to hear sound
Matteo: The music I know is only sound with melody and beat and rhythm
Ethan: Sound is waves and so it is the same as music
M: Music is different than sound because you can sing to it:
E: Sound sounds good so it is music
M: Sound is not always sounding good so it is not music.
E: Yes, it is does, period!
M: How can you have music without them? Listen to Lenae, she is not music!
E: She is music to my ears so wrong again.
M: I am right, period!
E: The same is the same, so music is music, as all sound
M: I am a boy and so you are. We are not the same person!
E: Wow, great point, disagree though. Sound is a synonym for music
M: Signing is music by definition
E: Nice try but I hate music that’s sings so that means bad definition.
M: So that means that not all sound is music to you, so I win!
E: Ok, you win, I agree
<![CDATA[Ethan and Matteo]]>Fri, 15 May 2015 07:00:00 GMThttp://ectrpm.com/ethans-blog/ethan-and-matteoEthan: Hi Matteo
M: Hi Ethan
E: How are you?
M: Fine thanks, and you?
E: Like great! So I like your cool ball.
M: Thanks. Now my mom is not crazy, but how she gets upset if I don’t share, so please continue to scratch it.
E: Thanks, I can’t help myself.
M: I know the likelihood of it stopping is not great.
E: I agree. I am now coloring to stop myself.
M: Do you stim often?
E: No I do it always.
M: Me too. I hate noise so I plugged my ears.
E: I am sorry. I am feeling hot.
M: How about you make it softer.
E: Sorry I am so mad I cry.
M: I am happy you’re my friend.
E: Thanks, me too.
M: So I am now interested in science.
E: So I am too.
M: Do you like plants?
E: Yes, one day I want money to make a garden.
M: Maybe I have an idea. Let’s do it together
E: Deal
M: Talk later
E: Deal. Bye
<![CDATA[A Poem]]>Tue, 28 Apr 2015 07:00:00 GMThttp://ectrpm.com/ethans-blog/a-poemThe many times I have wonder
Now that I am in this place
I hope to live in the world
And not in outer space
The day I die I hope to stay
And carry on my work
I hope for friends who hope to bend
my life into my happy way and not shirk
My life is fun help everyone
And how I love this space
My mom and dad are wise
They help me through this place
I have hope that my life will show
Others how to be
I am not a hero but I help others on the way
I am now young and crazy as a flea
<![CDATA[4 days after my father (his diado died)]]>Sat, 14 Mar 2015 07:00:00 GMThttp://ectrpm.com/ethans-blog/4-days-after-my-father-his-diado-diedI am so sad. No one really knows my pain. I am so mad. Nice teacher, I love him so much! No one is so sad as me. No one is mad like me. I am going to cry. I am not mad at God, just cancer. I need a hug. I need a hug from you. I love my dad and mom. They are so good to me. Mom is so loving. My dad is so calm and strong. So I love my sister too. She is so nice to you and me. I do and today I need to write them each a note.
<![CDATA[This is written 12 days before his “diado” or grandpa in Bulgarian died from cancer]]>Sat, 28 Feb 2015 08:00:00 GMThttp://ectrpm.com/ethans-blog/this-is-written-12-weeks-before-his-diado-or-grandpa-in-bulgarian-died-from-cancerCancer is really scary. It is scary because now my diado is going to die. This makes me feel mad, I have fears he will never make my mom laugh again.
"Dear grandpa,

 How life is weird, how are you? No one loving is here for you in this wild world. I love you and mom, so have it your way now. Have it like you want. Now I got it to do it now or I will go in your room. Might not make home happy if you go. Regularly I have so much to say so please round up your interest right now my quietly my stunt is to still make me my stopping place. My life is with you eternally. I might not have it in my mind I just want to say it, I love you no matter what. I feel so sorry I can’t take it. I might not help you if I can’t talk so forgive me. My heart is full so love forever. In the end it will be ok. Love diado (my note:diado is grandpa in Bulgarian).