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268 pages, ebook
First published April 7, 2015
~ “No one is normal. Normal is a lie.” ~
I am normal. I belong. I have a friend who can kick ass from a wheelchair. I live independently and get good grades. I'm an excellent lover. Like I said. I'm awesome. I'm Emmet David Washington. Train Man. The best autistic Blues Brother on the block.
This year I learned I'm good at feelings. Emmet calls these our superpowers--his are listening and seeing and math and remembering. Mine is feelings. I can tell what everyone is feeling all the time, and I almost feel it with them. So I have to be careful, because if there are too many feelings around me at once, I get overwhelmed . . . There is nothing wrong with me and who I am, but I do have depression and anxiety, and they're both pretty severe . . . They're real things. They're invisible to everyone but me . . . I have to fight every day, and some days I can't win.
“I’m too different, Mom. I don’t want to be so different.”
“Everyone’s different. Some people are more able to shove their differences into the dark, to blend in and be sheep, but that isn’t always a good thing.”
“I’d rather be a sheep than be alone.”
“But that’s the big secret. The sheep are more alone than everyone.”
I asked Jeremey if he wanted to try anal sex, and he said yes. I wasn't surprised. Jeremey always said yes to anything about sex . . . We'd ordered a dildo from a reputable online sex store, and he said it felt great. I tried it too, but I don't care for things in my butt. Jeremey does, which is good. I wanted to be in him that way.
"He doesn't have autism. His spine is broken, but his brain is fine."
"So is yours."
[Emmet] shut his eyes and put his hand over his heart . . .
"I love you, Emmet. I'll love you always. I'll love you always best."
To those of us living with mental health challenges, we know it simply means your demons never take a day off.
“I only wanted you to be happy.”
“That’s the big thing I learned this year: it’s okay to go slow. That everybody else’s pace and definition of success isn’t mine. What is easy for other people isn’t necessarily so for me. Though some things are easy for me and hard for other people. This year I learned I’m good at feelings.
That’s my ocean. I have to pretend as best I can to be like people on the mean so people don’t call me a robot. I’m not a robot. I’m real and I have feelings the same as everyone else. And I want a boyfriend. Except my ocean doesn’t make me want to be dead. It makes me want to fight. I want you to fight too, Jeremey. I want us to carry our oceans together.
“Everyone is different. Nothing in the world is the same as anything else, so how can anyone be normal?”
“It’s like Elwood Blues says: everybody needs somebody to love. I’m an everybody. I get a somebody.”
“Nobody is normal. Life is hard for everybody, sometimes.”
“Yes, but not everyone understands like you do, Emmet.”
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“Nobody ever asked me what it’s like to have depression. Not Bart, not the school guidance counselor, not our doctor, not my parents. Everyone treated me like a freak and wrote me off.”
“When you have an invisible disease, your sickness isn’t your biggest problem. What you end up battling more than anything else, every single day, is other people.”
“Everyone’s different. Some people are more able to shove their differences into the dark, to blend in and be sheep, but that isn’t always a good thing.”
“I am normal. I belong. I have a friend who can kick ass from a wheelchair. I live independently and get good grades. I’m an excellent lover. Like I said. I’m awesome. I’m Emmet David Washington. Train Man. The best autistic Blues Brother on the block.”
-Iggy Toma narrated the hell out of this book and gave each character a distinct voice.
-The story is still great as the first time i read it.
- The writing is steller.
-Jeremey's parents are awful and people who think depression is something that you can just snap out of and that it is a weakness, should just shut the hell up.
Depression is having a crowd of dementors live in your head twenty-four/seven.
- Everyone deserves Emmet's parents.
I really am Super Emmet, and like the comic book Superman, I have a powerful secret weapon. My mom.
- Emmet and Jeremey's relationship was so well done and got me invested in them
I kissed him on the mouth. “‘It’s a hundred and six miles to Chicago, we’ve got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark, and we’re wearing sunglasses.’”
Jeremey tweaked my nose. “Hit it.”
“Sometimes I feel like everyone else is carrying a bucket of water but I’m trying to carry an ocean. It's very hard. Sometimes I would rather not carry my ocean, even if it meant I couldn’t be alive.”
“Depression is having a crowd of dementors live in your head twenty-four/seven.”
“Remember having a panic attack isn’t a failure, and not having one isn’t a success. Success is not letting the attacks run your life”
‘My brain, my body, my everything wanted to be Jeremey’s boyfriend.’![]()
”I’m not interesting. I…don’t have many friends.” ~
“Me either.” He turned his face so he almost looked at me, and he held out his hand. “What do you think? Should we give friendship with each other a whirl?”
I stared at his hand, unsure of what to do with it. Confused, flattered, terrified, and above all hypnotized, I put my hand in his. When he squeezed my fingers, a thrill raced through me.’
”A quad, an autistic and a depressive walk into a bar. We’re the opening line of a joke.”
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'There is no normal, not really. Not a right and a wrong way to be. But there is belonging.'
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"That's another something I learned this year: how to be a boyfriend. How to listen to someone else, what they need, how to give it to them. What I need. How to love them...How to make a life with someone. How to help someone else through struggles, and let them help me with mine...There's nothing wrong with me and who I am, but I do have depression and anxiety, and they're both pretty severe...They're real things. They're invisible to everyone but me..."
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"I love you, Emmet. I'll love you always. I'll love you always best."
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'I belong. I have a friend who can kick ass from a wheelchair. I live independently and get good grades. I'm an excellent lover. Like I said. I'm awesome. I'm Emmet David Washington. Train Man. The best autistic Blues Brother on the block.'
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“So we can be friends now. Unless you’re a jerk.”- The awkward as fuck 'sexy' scenes:
“Please be my friend, even if I’m a jerk. Hit me. That will always get my attention.”
“I can’t hit you. Hitting is wrong.” I hummed and flapped. “I could make a sign and teach you. A sign that means, David, you’re a jerk and need to stop right now.”
“They have one of those already. It’s called your middle finger.”
The middle finger is a rude gesture, and I’m not supposed to do it. But I decided that for David, a rude gesture was probably exactly what I needed. “Okay.”
I asked Jeremey if he wanted to try anal sex, and he said yes. I wasn’t surprised. Jeremey always said yes to anything about sex. He wasn’t nervous about anal penetration now. We’d ordered a dildo from a reputable online sex store, and he said it felt great. I tried it too, but I don’t care for things in my butt. Jeremey does, which is good. I wanted to be in him that way.- Emmet's well-deserved self-confidence:
I am normal. I belong. I have a friend who can kick ass from a wheelchair. I live independently and get good grades. I’m an excellent lover. Like I said. I’m awesome. I’m Emmet David Washington. Train Man. The best autistic Blues Brother on the block.Yes, Emmet. You truly are awesome.
sometimes I feel like everyone else is carrying a bucket of water but I'm trying to carry an ocean.
I'm an everybody. I get a somebody.
"I love you, Emmet. I'll love you always. I'll love you always best."
Everybody needs somebody to love. I'm an everybody. I get a somebody.
I am normal. I belong. I have a friend who can kick ass from a wheelchair. I live independently and get good grades. I’m an excellent lover. Like I said. I’m awesome. I’m Emmet David Washington. Train Man. The best autistic Blues Brother on the block.
“It’s like Elwood Blues says: everybody needs somebody to love. I’m an everybody. I get a somebody.”
I shouldn’t have worried so much about it. Frankly, I’m awesome, and anybody who doesn’t agree should get out of my way.
“I love you, Emmet. I’ll love you always. I’ll love you always best.”
((Marietta)) Can I have a hug, jujube?”
I am not a fruit from China, which is what a jujube is, and I was too angry for hugs. But can I have a hug, jujube is my mom’s code for when she needs a hug. She’s a mom with lots of superpowers, but she says they’re powered by hugs.
Normal is just a setting on the dryer.I hear ya, Emmet. :)