A short story and Elliot’s first facebook entry
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I want to do a story.
This boy was not safe because he was in Haiti when there was the earthquake. His family was worried because his news was still unknown. After five days, the rescue team gave up searching. He was thought to be dead.
Several days passed by. He was seen in Hawaii. He had no memory of his former life. A family identified him and reported him to the cops.
He was brought to a brain scientist. This scientist invented a technology that could tap the mind and show what was going on. He sat with the scientist’s instrument.
He was sucked inside the earth and he resurfaced at Hawaii.
He had to undergo therapy to bring his memory back.
End
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Culture of Elliot
Elliot is what people call me. I call myself many names. Sometimes I am Neil. Sometimes I am Patrick in black.
I don’t mind being lonely. I don’t mind having autism. What I mind is how people react to autism.
Nobody can make anyone happy because everyone has his own way to be happy.
I am in between, neither happy nor sad.
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G: What don’t you like – how people react to autism?
El: Just thinking it is disease.
G: What do you think it is?
El: It’s just me.
