My mother's fallopian tubes were cut and tied before I was born. On that day of September 15, 1983 I came into the world having contracted Spinal Meningitis by swallowing some amniotic fluid. Two weeks following my birth, and after a period of critical condition, I was allowed to go home with a mother who at one point took me for dead. Perpetually had I wished in my past that I did die. My name is David Keosababian and this is my tale of my life with Autism.
I was a quiet boy in elementary. I played with Legos, by myself; leaves, by myself; Construx, by myself; dirt, by myself; even with naught but my sole imagination, by myself. I had friends and even a best friend. But, I was still quiet. Homework was painful, and I did not know why. So, I did not do it. Having failed many courses in high school, I miraculously graduated via a teacher in whom I considered like a mother. In college, I succumbed to deep delusions and saw things that were not real. I created my own "family" who loved me. I wrote them. Failing college miserably, I took to journaling and writing upon my laptop. Writing and writing and writing. I estimate my personal log to be in the vicinity of at least one million words, my writing upon computers notwithstanding. Life was still painful. My counselor had to watch me leave every session and wonder whether or not he would see me again, for I was a danger to myself. I tried killing myself. Admitted twice to two psychiatric wards, it was not until 2007 I chose to live. In ire, I hurled myself into life. Battling my demons, slaying devils and coming upon a slow climb from Hell. I now have a job, friends and family who love me and I them, co-workers who commend me, a published book--The Rudimentum Series: Aeon Eternal--and my knowing that, by the grace of God, I emerged from the darkest abandon to a place of light. I have beaten my Autism. Thank you.
David Keosababian
Whittier, CA