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Let's be more aware

“Your son is slow”, complained the teacher.

“Oh, Akash always behaved in a queer way.” remarked a peer.

 “ comes his mother. Poor thing, it can be difficult.” said many whispers.

They said he died because they wouldn’t accept him.

Let’s hope more awareness spreads and we accept people with autism with ease and kindness.


For the prompt 'They said he died because they wouldn’t accept him' for marathon bloggers. This is a week long attempt at 55-ers.

 #marathonbloggers #55wordfiction


  1. Nice portrayal of the pain... There is so much change yet to happen. Sigh!

    1. A lot of empathy and sensitivity is needed...

  2. People could at least desist from harsh comments if not being supportive.
    Yes,there is a need for awareness not only for this but some other ailments too

    1. True, Kp sir..we have compartmentalized everything into normal and not-normal categories and whatever does not fit into 'normal' is automatically shunned..a sad situation...

  3. Oh. Sad. Indians need to be more aware of such common ailments.

    Its sad that they choose to use words like slow, queer, abnormal, weird etc.

    Heart wrenching.

    1. it is sad, Soumya but also very true...

  4. heart wrenching. this prompt is bringing out a lot of feelings

    hugs and amen

  5. accepting is the great gift there is!!

    1. acceptance doesn't come that easily unfortunately, Red Handed...:-(
      and, thanks :-)


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