Majority vs Minority

Today I want to talk more about Autism Speaks. I will frequently mention my Walk Now for Autism Speaks Walk Fund at the end of my posts, but I don’t do much more than a sentence.

So here’s the deal. Autism is a mysterious thing. It is a difficult concept to grasp. This is a problem.

There is a group of people that do not thrive under the same circumstances as most people. Have you ever heard of the concept that the blue I see may not be the blue you see? Your blue may look like my green. So who decides what is blue? The same thing that has been shaping society for all time…public opinion. The greater majority.

This is good. The greater majority will always struggle for what is best for the majority of people. With the greater majority you get a greater good.

So what happens if you are not a part of the greater majority? Unfortunately, you have to convince the greater majority that you are relevant.

The Civil Rights Movement, Women’s Rights, Disability Rights Act. These are all products of that. A minority was able to convince the majority that they were relevant.

But the greater majority is always settling back into its default…greater good for the majority. No minority is secure under this mechanism. The struggle will endure until either that minority disappears or until it becomes the majority. It is the way of society.

But that does not mean society is not capable of greater good for the minorities. Handicap parking, wheelchair access, women’s right to vote, and equal opportunity employment are all achievements that required the backing of the greater majority.

So, back to Autism Speaks. They are the largest organization involved with our minority movement. Who are they fighting for?

A minority whose blue is not your blue. Who whither where you would thrive. Who can see the world in a way we cannot, and therefore have trouble thriving in the world we have focused on.

Autism does not mean Tyler will have a set list of things he can and cannot do. No other member of his minority will be like him. But he needs extra help to learn how to navigate our crazy, visual, and social world. This is not who he is. He is not greater majority. But he is relevant and I must join with other tired, frustrated, and loving parents to prove to the greater majority that our children are relevant.

There are infinite ways to try to do this but not all of them are effective or helpful. I choose to use a variety of methods, but supporting Autism Speaks is a solid investment that I want to make towards my son and all families living with autism.

Their website ( says this:
“Autism Speaks was founded in February 2005 by Bob and Suzanne Wright, grandparents of a child with autism. Their longtime friend Bernie Marcus donated $25 million to help financially launch the organization. Since then, Autism Speaks has grown into the world’s leading autism science and advocacy organization, dedicated to funding research into the causes, prevention, treatments and a cure for autism; increasing awareness of autism spectrum disorders; and advocating for the needs of individuals with autism and their families. We are proud of what we’ve been able to accomplish and look forward to continued successes in the years ahead.”

They have solid goals that I can understand and support. They are probably one of Tyler’s best chances at being heard by the greater majority.

If you believe all children are relevant, if you support minorities, if you support what myself or Autism Speaks is doing, then I would like to thank you.
If you would like to also help us with our goals, please consider a donation to my Walk Fund for Autism Speaks.

From my heart,


(C) Rachel Flinchum 7/30/2013

The Voices of Autism

Symbolism: Puzzle Piece Rainbow Primary Colors Light Blue Dragonfly Butterfly Light Bulb Missing Piece

Main focus: Insurance Coverage, School Programs, Community Enlightenment, Military Coverage, Anti-Bullying, Early intervention, Ethnic/Racial Equality in Early Intervention, Celebrating Autism, Mourning Autism, Fighting Autism, Fighting for Autism, Petitions against Pop Culture Slurs of Autism, Articles Supporting Pop Culture Supporting Autism, More Therapy, More New Therapy, More Drugs, Less Drugs, Lets Work Together, Kiss my Ass

This is not an inclusive list of everything I see in a day involving autism. We are talking email and Facebook only.

Autism Awareness is a grassroots society. We are not specialists or authority figures. Yes, we have some of those. But the ones you will probably know are not. This cause has been taken up by mothers, father, siblings, other family members/friends, and autistic individuals themselves. We were placed into a situation that we knew nothing about. When we went to our doctors, they just shrugged and handed us some printouts. We googled like maniacs and found little help. We were put on waiting lists and told lots of confusing and contradictory things about what we should be doing. Each of us forged our own trail anew. We crawled down into the muddy trenches with only our soon-to-be-disillusioned dreams of the way the world is and our postpartum unfit bodies. When we crawled out on the other side, muddied, bleeding, and broken, we looked up at the sun we haven’t seen in so long and said, “Something needs to be done about this.”

So begins a journey. A journey to try to raise awareness, support, and aid for families dealing with autism. But we are doing it at 10:15 at night, or during our children’s nap time, or in between laundry, or on our lunch breaks at work. Again, we are each forging our own trail anew.

We try to reach out to autism organizations, but they are run by volunteers that are also dealing with autism in their lives and only have time to email while sitting in waiting rooms at therapy facilities. Coordinators are available from 9 am – 1 pm and not at 6 pm when you get home from work and your child is screaming about the different way you drove home because of a car accident.

So one of us chooses a puzzle piece, and another chooses a light bulb. We advocate for curing autism and for not curing autism. We want more drugs, we want less drugs. We are a huge composite of people who all want what is best for their child. And because autism is so varied, there is not one common goal or vision or best option. Having autism is like being a boy versus being a girl. We cannot have a world that is so streamlined for boys that girls cannot fit or flourish. How many people have to be included before it is no longer acceptable for those people to be excluded from society because of their differences? 1 in 54, 1 in 100, 1 in 1,000,000. 1 in 54 boys in the US are being diagnosed with autism. What does that mean? That 1 in 54 boys are disabled? That 1 in 54 boys are unfit for society? That 1 in 54 boys can be ignored by insurance companies?

Where does the fault lie? Time and time again, society has proven that it is capable of rising above the current situation and doing the right thing. People care about the underdog. They want to show all people they are accepted and are worthy of extra measures to ensure that they have every possible chance. This is not society’s fault. If the general population does not rally behind autism awareness and support, it is because they are not being given the reason to.

I am trying. I am REALLY trying to do what is right by autism awareness and I keep hitting brick walls and am constantly confused about which direction I should be going. Are we trying to get therapy paid for or are we trying to get more support for families who have to stay home instead of work? Are we telling people this is a disorder, a disability, or a gift? What the hell am I doing? And why can’t I find an autism website that is either easy to navigate or that has been updated in the last six months?

I am standing on the front lines saying, “Come on! Let’s do this!” Everyone around me says, “Ok, how?” “I don’t know! But let’s just start running and it will all work out!” People look around and shrug. “Do you know which way we are supposed to run?” “No! Just everybody pick a direction and go!” Nobody moves. Why should they? Going into battle without a plan is never a good idea. (Unless you are Chuck Norris. He always has a plan though.)

Our own difficult circumstances with autism are our biggest enemy. This is not an army, but a million untrained individuals.

How will this end? What will happen to our children? What will happen to the broken mothers standing alone on the battlefield? I don’t know anymore.

I know how to turn and face the lions for my children.
I know how to get up each day and know that today I will not give up.
I know how to admit that I don’t know what I am doing.
I don’t know how to show you autism in a way that will inspire you.
I know that my son really needs me to do just that.
I know my son will never be alone as I was alone.
But will others?
What are the names of the children with autism who slip through the cracks?
Growing up without ever having a seat in the lunch room?
Sitting in a crowded room and having no one excited to see them there?
Realizing their child has autism and having no world outside their home to reach out to because that world judged you unfit years ago?
We will never learn their names. They are the silent ones. The ones who know deep inside they are a bird in a world of fish. The ones who scream on the inside.

If I leave nothing else behind, it will be this: my sons’s names are Tyler and Asher. And their mother and father love them and are proud of them and wouldn’t change a thing about them.
I would do anything for them. I would change the world for Tyler so that his autism doesn’t represent a wall between him and everyone else.

But advocates of autism, we have really got to get our shit together.

From my heart,


I will be walking for autism this October. My fundraising page is

(c) Rachel Flinchum 7/23/2013


It seems I am back again

This is becoming my place

My Special Place

It is so easy to get here

But I can never remember

The way out

Sometimes when I am out

I feel this place

Whispering to me

Spreading its fingers

Through my mind

Sometimes this place is the wall I hide behind

Sometimes this place is the wall that binds

Sometimes I am afraid to let go of it

Darkness always comes

With this place

Light always flees


Why am I here again?

How can I travel so far

But always find it so near?

I have carved reminders on my wall

A sphinx and a phoenix

I can never remember

If they are the reason

I am coming here so often

Or the reason I have to leave

Perhaps both

It will be time for me to leave you soon

But not yet

I am not ready yet

I am too afraid


Rachel Flinchum

(c) Rachel Flinchum 7/16/2013

My Perpetual Fantasy

All of us have a cause that speaks to our hearts. We envision a better world, a safer world, a happier world. That cause emboldens us and enlivens us. Many times however, the reality of the situation kicks in. You realize how hard it is to change the world, the system, or the culture.

There are some of us who cannot afford to live in this reality. The ones using their cause to recover from tragedy. The ones using their cause to to recover from addiction. And the ones using their cause to fight for their children.

We live in a world of perpetual fantasy. We cannot afford to believe that what we hope and ache for will not become a reality. We cannot afford to let the dream die, because with that death we lose our light, our freedom, our children’s happiness.

We believe the door will open when we make that next phone call, or blog post, or Facebook status. When it doesn’t, we believe the door will open when we make the next phone call, or blog, or Facebook status.

No insurance coverage…call again next week. No more therapy slots…call again next week. No answers…find different questions. No hugs from your son…try again tomorrow.

To give up means you stop believing you can live on after the loss of a child, or to live free from drugs, or to accept that your child will live trapped in their own body.

I cannot afford to let the autism epidemic in the US to continue to remain the silent struggle that it is. I cannot afford to continue to watch my son suffer from lack of insurance, school funding, social misconceptions, and waiting periods.

So I continue to blog, and Facebook, and ask for donations. I have no fear of rejection. Rejection has no power over me now.

I will live in my perpetual fantasy of a world where Tyler has an autistic personality instead of an autistic disorder. Where alternate mind-styles are valued and where physicians, schools, insurance companies, and his classmates see him for the valuable asset he is to our community as opposed to a burden.

I see him telling stories and asking me why the sky is blue. I see him sneaking out at night to be with his friends. I see him enjoying concerts. I see him married and as a father.

I will never give up my fantasy. I will never settle for less than what I can get for him and from him.

I will never stop believing that you will join my cause. I need you, Tyler needs you, families like mine need you. This is our world and only we can make it better.

Come live in my fantasy and help it connect with reality a little more. Find a new way to reach out and touch the world. Tyler will be learning to do that every day for the rest of his life. Let’s answer back.

Support our family and others by donating to my Walk Now for Autism Speaks 5K Walk Fund by going to

From my heart,

(C) Rachel Flinchum 7/9/2013


Water on the Sand

I receive a lot of posts and emails about autism now that I am getting more involved with advocating for autism research and support. The crazy thing is that you could read a hundred things about autism and not one of them will directly apply to your autistic child. That is how varied the spectrum is. That is why it is now called autism spectrum. This also means that a lot of the movements and logos and key phrases that are used to promote autism research and support don’t really speak to me. To be perfectly honest, I am sitting there looking at a Facebook post and wondering, “Why doesn’t this do anything for me?” Some of it I even instantly reject when I read it. A lot of them say, “Share if you love someone with autism!” Yes I love someone with autism…but No I do not want that awful tie-dyed image on my Wall and I don’t even get what the image is trying to say to me. Is this wrong? If I Like everything will I lose all of my followers for my Tyler’s Train page (lose some everyday! yeehaw!) and then not be able to share the posts I do actually like?

So if I am trying to plug myself into this scene, where do I fit in? I find it very appropriate that autistic individuals are so often represented with a puzzle piece. Not only are we not sure how all the pieces of what causes autism fit together, and not only is each autistic individual unique and having trouble fitting with the world around them, but as an advocator, I am feeling a lot like a piece that doesn’t know where it fits. If you read my book Tyler’s Train: A Mother’s Journey to Improve the Lives of Autistic Children on Barnes and Noble, you will find out that I have a very personal and unique viewpoint on this whole autism thing because when I learn more about Tyler’s autism, I end up learning just as much about myself (yikes!). So perhaps I am having difficulty understanding the jargon and perspective of most caregivers of autistic individuals because I am not like most caregivers. I am probably on the other side of the fence.

Where do I fit in all of this? How do I maximize what I am able to do in my autism advocacy when I barely have time to do life? How do I express my views on how an autistic individual sees the world when I only suspect that I might actually have a pretty good idea? How can I explain to anyone what it is like to see the world from a completely different perspective? I have all these ideas and words and images in my mind but 98% of them become trapped and never find their way out. How does one adequately describe that blue is not the same blue that another sees, and then how do I describe the difference?

I have decided that I am going to be water poured onto a beach. The beach is autism advocacy and all the people who are a part of it. The ocean is autism. As I am poured onto the sand, I am not going to fight and say this is the path I am going to take. I am just going to take the path that seems right…the path that is open to me. This path may change, or split off, or hit a dead-end and be forced to turn around and go another way. But I am going to let the path that is available be my guide. If something I am doing is failing again and again, I will pick up those pieces and move on to another avenue. If something succeeds, even for a little while, I will give that my attention.

This is a big leap of faith for me. All through college, I would pray, “God, please show me what I am supposed to be doing with my life?” Never got an answer. But thinking back, I don’t think I paid close enough attention to what I was failing and succeeding at on a daily and weekly basis. I liked working the science labs, but I didn’t like the theory behind it. I should have noticed that I was more into the type of work you do in a lab than the actual science itself.

Now I am going broad scale with my plan. If I am feeling more effective when writing lots of blogs but maybe not selling anything on my Tyler’s Train Etsy store, maybe I should use this to re-evaluate how I can contribute to autism advocacy. I am excited about posting some scenic and architectural pictures from the family on the store in the next few weeks, but if it isn’t working soon after that, I probably do not need to invest as much time into that as I do other options. If my book does really well and sells lots of copies, maybe I need to consider writing another one. If I only sell the 6 copies I have sold so far, maybe I need to translate that into constructive criticism as to how I am able to make contributions.

I am hoping that as time goes by I will slowly work my way down the sand and finally make it to the ocean. It is there – really touching autism in its elusive, raw self – that I hope I can maximize my ability to affect the quality of lives of autistic children and adults. Maybe then I will finally have some things really figured out and I will be able to summarize into words just what it means to have autism. Some way to say it that I actually believe is a good summary or representation. One that people who do not have autism can see and understand. That there is this HUMONGOUS person inside the body of an autistic individual, who pays attention to you, and loves you, and who sees (not necessarily hears) the world very much the way you do but in a way so, so much more. This person that you will never see because they are trapped behind a locked door. They can be screaming the words, I love you! but you will never hear them out loud. Autistic individuals are the icebergs of the ocean and there are so few people who are able to dive down and really see what is underneath – the part of the person trapped their whole life under the cold waters.

A lot of what I see right now is stuff like, “It is okay for you to stare at me because I am not paying attention to you anyway.” and “I am not ignoring you, I am waiting for you to come into my world.” From what I have learned and experienced, the truth is that autistic children ARE paying attention to you. They are extremely visual and probably see everything that is going on around them. But you have to look at it from their perspective (again as I understand it from my own experience). Let’s say you saw a particular person on a regular basis. This is someone you really like and really want to interact with. But every time you see them they call out your name and you look over. Immediately they begin talking to you and something inside of you freezes up. You desperately want to talk with this person and respond to what they are saying but your mouth is sealed shut. You know what you want to say but nothing comes out. This person is trying not to show that he/she is becoming more and more frustrated and hurt, but you are very observant so you see it anyway. By the time you walk away from the conversation you are extremely frustrated to the point of it being painful. You have failed to have a simple conversation with this person and hurt his/her feelings and that is the last thing you wanted to do! After awhile you see this person and start to dread hearing them call your name. Then you get to the point when they walk by and you immediately become extremely absorbed in the first thing you can grab off your desk. Soon you find yourself sitting there with your head down and staring at the pencil you are obsessively spinning so that it looks like you are actually really interested in this pencil and an image of your son spinning a toy and not responding when you say his name comes to mind. Oh damn. If Tyler looks up, that means I will start a conversation with him. And that means I every time I get him to respond to me, I am placing him into a very frustrating position. So he is paying attention to me, but he is not going to look up if he isn’t comfortable with the idea of entering into a conversation with me because that is an expectation I have been placing on him every time. We are very blessed that Tyler has greatly benefitted from his speech therapy and now will look up and have conversations with us. But not all the time, and I know a lot of autistic individuals are not going to look up ever…not because they are not paying attention to you, but because they cannot handle the burden of entering into an extremely frustrating situation that results in hurting someone they love.

Argh…I am getting very emotional and frustrated as I am writing this because I want so badly to find the words, or the image, or the thing that will “click” and then I will know that I have succeeded in showing a non-autistic person what the other side of the fence is really like and just how important this issue is for autistic individuals and the people who love them. How this is not a five year thing, or a 15 year thing, or a school thing, or a relationship thing….this is their life. Every day, every second, every interaction…this is their life. Therapy helps, maturing helps, experience helps…but the earlier you start, the better. And the more you do, the better and the more you realize you are over your head and need help. But how can you not do more for your child?! Even if you don’t know how you will keep from being fired, or pay the bills, or keep from going bonkers? A child you love trumps all of that. Welcome to Bonkersville! I am your new mayor.

This is my journey and it is just beginning. I am still so lost and confused and desperately wanting to be effective. And to be a good mom. And to be a good wife. And to be a good employee. Probably never in one day will I be all of these things. But this is where I have to sigh, relax my shoulders, sigh again, and chant softly, “water on the sand, water on the sand, water on the sand.” I don’t even feel like I can say, “I’ll get there,” because in my heart I am saying, “We’ll get there.” One thing is for certain, if I get to the end of this journey and I haven’t brought anyone along with me, even part of the way, that I would have done something seriously wrong.

I am trying to make my blogs be applicable to lots of people in their own unique situations. However I do want to share more about myself and my journey, so I wanted to get these words written down in the blog. I am not very good as sharing myself in person and a lot goes on in my mind that the people in my life never see because I too become trapped inside. This blog is also my journey from inside to outside…a way for me to hopefully, finally learn how to tear down some of the walls I have been trapped inside all of my life. I hope there was something in here that you can use in your own life (either as, “oh that was good!”, or, “oh I don’t need to do that!”).

Thank you,
(C) Rachel Flinchum 6/27/2013

team tyty2

Silver Linings

I recently began a journey. I call it Tyler’s Train: A Mother’s Journey to Improve the Lives of Autistic Children. Tyler is my eldest son and he was recently diagnosed with mild, high-functioning autism. For the best case scenario that we have, this has been a huge, life-changing process. One that is both extremely difficult and extremely joyous – because it is hard to know your child will always have a hard time connecting with the world and fitting into the mainstream way of doing things, but it is so rewarding to be a mom and each success is monumental.

I tend to set really high goals for myself and then become very disappointed when I don’t meet those goals every day. It is a big waste of my time and energy to set myself up for this, but I have done this for a long time. Setting high goals for my autism awareness efforts is affecting me more than any other goal in the past because it means more to me than any other goal.

So for the first part of my journey I am actually having to do a lot of self-changing and self-learning. I knew this would be a difficult journey, but I am already discovering I am on a completely different path than what I thought I was on a week ago.

One of the hardest things is that my life is still the life I had before I began this. I am still over-stressed, over-worked, confused, fearful, and EXHAUSTED. My world has literally shrunk to the size of my house and my office at work. It has been a long time since I had anything leftover for anything outside of surviving being a mother, a wife, and an employee. So now that I am putting in all this extra effort to try to do some good, life gets easier right? Ha! In the past week the entire family has gotten the stomach flu, Benny’s shoulder surgery wound has started reopening, huge medical bills are showing up in the mail, only three of my family members have even bothered to read my new book, work has major issues every day, and the diet I am on because my doctor says I am gaining weight too quickly and that something is wrong is totally kicking my butt. (i.e. I would kill for Taco Bell right now. I haven’t wanted Taco Bell in years!)

I know everyone out there has a cause that is near and dear to them. So how do you advocate for what is important to you successfully? Well, the answer I have learned this week is that you have to accept success for what it is as opposed to what you want it to be. My mom told me this last night. She said that when I get to the end, the end will be a success. I have heard advice like this before and I was never really interested in anything but the best result possible.

What never occurred to me was to actually change not the end result, but my entire definition of, “Why am I doing this?” Am I participating in Walk Now for Autism Speaks because I want to raise as much money as possible for Autism Speaks? Yes. BUT I think the success I need to be focused on and the purpose I need to be aiming for is visibly showing my support for Autism Speaks by showing up that day and walking 5K because autism is important in my life. Will I be disappointed if I don’t raise 10 billion dollars for them? Yesterday my answer would have been yes. Tomorrow my answer might be yes. Today my answer is “not as much.” And I am really excited about doing this walk. I want to show up my Team Ty-Ty t-shirt and walk those 5K and raise my fist in the air and yell, Yea!

I think that if you are really frustrated because you want to be making a difference but are struggling to raise funds or talk to people or reach your goals that you shouldn’t feel like you are failing. I think the fact that you are even struggling with this and thinking about it means that you are changing something on the inside. You are becoming less selfish by spending time thinking about something outside of yourself instead of focusing just on yourself. This may not manifest itself in more donations or book sales or any other tangible goal you have set for yourself in your efforts. But it might change how you interact with other people. What you may end up with down the road is that you are a better friend, better sister, better daughter, better mother, better donator to others’ causes, and just a better person. You may become more open-minded about other ways in which you can contribute to the cause you are so desperately trying to help.

So keep focusing on the Silver Linings of every day, even when you are so frustrated that your advocacy isn’t going anywhere at the moment – despite how hard you are trying. I might not have raised any money for Autism Speaks yesterday, but Tyler crawled into my lap and snuggled with me last night – which was not something he would have done two years ago. It is a hot day, which means somewhere else it is a cold day – which means that the weather is doing what it is supposed to do and I probably don’t need to worry about any locust plagues today (sometimes you gotta get creative!).

Also remember that you probably have an autistic person in your life and you don’t know it. That means that you mean a whole lot to a person who isn’t able to let you know it. So everyone has a secret admirer who appears to be a distant friend face-to-face but a who is a great texter if you need to talk and who has a different detector for social norm so they aren’t going to judge. You are not as alone as you think you are.

With love,

Rachel Flinchum

(C) Rachel Flinchum 6/25/2013
And because I am actively advocating for autism I would like to share the following links with you. The first is for my Walk Now for Autism Speaks 5K that I will be participating in this fall. I am accepting donations and team members.

The second is my book that I wrote in an attempt to get my unique perspective out into the public. Autism is a broad spectrum and what I have found out is that I find little bits of info and advice here and there that I can apply to Tyler. So I thought if I could get what has been helpful to us out there, then maybe another mother might be able to take bits and pieces from it.…

The third is my store. I will place things for sale on it that I will use to fundraise for Autism Speaks and AAROC. I will list in the description how much from each sale will go to the cause.

And the last two links are for Autism Speaks and AAROC. Two organizations that help families dealing with autism and that have a local presence here in central Arkansas. and