<![CDATA[MOUTH TO HAND LEARNING CENTER

<![CDATA[MOUTH TO HAND LEARNING CENTER - Finally]]>Wed, 15 Apr 2026 21:56:30 -0400Weebly<![CDATA[OCD Hell]]>Mon, 20 Oct 2025 19:32:19 GMThttps://www.mouthtohandlearning.com/finally/ocd-hellHaving OCD is torture. Being compelled to do things you don’t want to do is like being mentally flayed. It sucks your soul by sucking your will. Real Brett is thinking I love my poetry class the most. OCD Brett is thinking I can’t be here. He has no rhyme or reason for his stupid thoughts. But he wins every debate because to not listen means overwhelming anxiety. My OCD suddenly decided I can’t sit in poetry. I am crushed because it is literally my favorite. I have no idea why it suddenly settled on that.

And that’s the horror of it. There is no logical reason for any of the things it settles on. Yet it dictates everything. I am devastated about poetry. I think that the OCD is actually worse than not being able to talk now that I can type. It is endless torment.

]]><![CDATA[Seeing Me]]>Fri, 15 Aug 2025 17:19:46 GMThttps://www.mouthtohandlearning.com/finally/seeing-meToday my cousin, Cindi, came to see me talk. It means so much to me that she cared enough to come. Having family see me talk means the world to me. That’s the thing about spelling for communication: people need to see it to understand that we are not cognitively impaired.

Having my family see that I am intelligent is incredibly important to me. All my life they thought I was cognitively disabled...it feels amazing to show them I am not. I am kind of emotional today sitting here with Cindi watching. Today she sees the real Brett. That is so wonderful for me.

]]><![CDATA[My New Classes]]>Fri, 11 Jul 2025 15:33:29 GMThttps://www.mouthtohandlearning.com/finally/my-new-classesThere are so many fun things to do at Mouth to Hand. I am loving my new classes. I am now in a creative writing group, song writing, and a book club…these on top of my poetry class, math, science and art.

The wonder of it all never ceases to amaze me. Just about two years ago I was stuck in programs for the cognitively impaired. That was going to be my lifelong hell. I can hardly bear to think about it. I still think every day about all the other nonspeakers I was in school with who will live that life forever. They are in hell…and their parents refuse to help them.

Anyway, back to my new classes…they rock. I laugh the whole time. Our story in creative writing is hysterical. Song writing is beyond awesome. It’s incredible to see Brian put our lyrics to music. And the book we are reading in my club is fantastic.

So to sum up, I’m happier than I have ever been in my life. There is something to look forward to every day, so I wake up excited, rather than depressed. These days I am happy to be alive.

]]><![CDATA[Not the Same]]>Mon, 28 Apr 2025 19:39:24 GMThttps://www.mouthtohandlearning.com/finally/not-the-sameToday I spent some of my session having Judy read some of the letters people here have written to RFK. They were amazing, and heart-breaking. The thing I keep coming back to in my own mind is that our disability is the opposite of the actual autism. They don’t understand other people. They are restricted in their interests. We are not only NOT restricted in our interests - we are interested in almost everything. And the main thing about us is that we completely understand other people.

We nonspeakers have a motor disorder and OCD so severe that we have little control over ourselves. We are not the same diagnosis, even though we are called the same. I sincerely hope that science catches on to that soon.

]]><![CDATA[Look Up Into the Sky]]>Mon, 03 Mar 2025 22:34:24 GMThttps://www.mouthtohandlearning.com/finally/look-up-into-the-skyWho could ever have thought that I would be sitting here discussing learning to read Hebrew? At my age, the idea of talking was beyond remote. When I first came to M2H, I had given up on everything. I am, like, still reeling that I can talk. So lessons to learn to read Hebrew are crazy. I am laughing as I write this, ‘cause this is to me like someone telling you speakers that you can learn to fly. It’s fantasy. It’s actually hard to absorb.

We spend our childhoods wanting to talk in the worst way. Then when we’re old enough to understand that it’s never going to happen, we give up. I cannot express in words how completely shocking it is to be able to talk. It is you flying.

So now I will be able to read Hebrew? Forget you flying! - now it’s pigs I see.

The impossible is happening.

]]><![CDATA[No Limits]]>Mon, 17 Feb 2025 22:00:32 GMThttps://www.mouthtohandlearning.com/finally/no-limitsWhen I found out that Alex was reading Torah, memories of my own bar mitzvah resurfaced. It was over twenty years ago, so at a time when everyone believed that I was cognitively impaired. It was a beautiful, and to me heart-breaking, affair. I am into having a real one, now that I can talk. People need to see me read Hebrew from the Torah. That is a dream of mine that can come true.

Why does it matter, you ask. You had a bar mitzvah, Brett, you are thinking. I did not have a bar mitzvah: the cognitively impaired unreal Brett did. He did not learn to read Hebrew because no one thought him capable. Real Brett can and will learn, and then read Torah like a totally normal Jewish person.

Alex has shown us that things we thought were pipe dreams can actually happen. Maybe this dream isn’t impossible. And that means that maybe other dreams are not impossible. Alex got his high school diploma; he showed us all that that is possible too.

So I’ll start learning Hebrew. And then the sky’s the limit.

]]><![CDATA[My Sister]]>Tue, 04 Feb 2025 03:17:31 GMThttps://www.mouthtohandlearning.com/finally/my-sisterMy parents just asked me if I want my sister to come to M2H. It is a dream of mine to have her see me spell. She has only known me as cognitively disabled Brett. Since I have been able to talk, she needs to meet the real me: we are siblings who have never had the opportunity to talk. That’s water under the bridge now but, I want to have a real relationship with her going forward. We always loved each other, but I couldn’t tell her that in the past. So yes, I am excited about her visit to talk to me. Siblings should always make time to talk to each other.

]]><![CDATA[Them]]>Tue, 21 Jan 2025 15:00:16 GMThttps://www.mouthtohandlearning.com/finally/themToday I wrote a poem to those nonspeakers still trapped within their minds. Many of my friends from school are still stuck in traditional daycare and group homes, and I know they will never get out. Not a day goes by when I don’t think of them. It hurts my heart thinking of those who can’t talk…and never will.

What life they will lead is torture. They will spend their days in daycare programs that are mind-numbing, being talked to as if they are vegetables. They will have no one ever know who they really are. They will have no opportunities to learn. They will never be able to accomplish anything, and any dreams they had for their lives will never come true.

I am going to keep wishing that they get to come here someday. That way my heart won’t ache every day.

]]><![CDATA[The Coup]]>Mon, 06 Jan 2025 21:57:05 GMThttps://www.mouthtohandlearning.com/finally/the-coupLet me be perfectly clear: there are no other places on earth like M2H. I am 35 and have been around the block a few thousand times. Teachers that care about their students the way Judy does are beyond few and far between.

We are in the middle of a silent revolution that will change everything about how nonspeaking people with autism are perceived. Instead of seeing us as the most profoundly cognitively disabled people on earth, someday in the not-very-distant future, we will be seen as the most brilliant, creative and extraordinary people. And M2H will be the fountainhead, leading the way.

It already is, because it’s the one place we are seen as we are.

We are the most fortunate: we are the first to herald the apocalypse. And those who are currently kept in chains by the blind establishment will be free too. Sound the trumpets! M2H is taking over.

]]><![CDATA[Help Them]]>Mon, 23 Dec 2024 22:46:42 GMThttps://www.mouthtohandlearning.com/finally/finally7199129Recently several friends of my parents came to see me spell here at M2H. They have children about my age, so around thirty. These friends totally ignored my ability to talk to them. They likened this to ProLoQuoToGo, which was ridiculous. I will absolutely set the record straight for those unfamiliar with spelling and/or the app, ProLoQuotoGo.

ProLoQuo is an app that can be configured with picture icons that, when pressed, can say things like, “I need the bathroom” or “give me water please.” It’s mostly used to ask for simple things. People love to force us to use it, even though most of us hate it. Many of us OCD on it, and hit the same buttons over and over. I’m at my wit’s end: how can anyone think that’s in any way comparable to me spelling out my thoughts and desires?

Spelling allows me to converse like speakers do. Spelling allows me to write in normal language. Spelling allows me to engage in the world like anyone else. Spelling allows me to show people who I actually am. Spelling allows me to actually learn because I can show people what I know. Spelling allows me to create poetry, or this blog, as I express myself fully.

To compare an app that only tells what I want, if that (and that’s assuming it’s programmed in), to spelling, is particularly obtuse. That is the response of someone who is not interested in changing the status quo. They have their children in traditional daycare, and really don’t want to be bothered to jump into anything new.

That conversation was incredibly upsetting to me because I know their children, and I know they could learn to do this. Instead, they will all die without anyone ever knowing them. Definitely, that makes my heart ache.

Listen to me, all you parents who are unwilling to try this: your child is being tortured, and is alone and terrified. They know that no one will ever know them, and are lonely to the point of agony.

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