Clinton Township Newsletter

5 A p r i l 2 0 1 8 Call Susan Hall– Your Kind of Agent! Clinton Township – Your Kind of Town! 908.735.8080 Office 908.310.7226 Cell susanjhall1030@gmail.com Susan Hall CRS, GRI, SRES ® , ASP ™ Broker/Sales Associate 186 Center Street Suite 150 Clinton, NJ 08809 c o l l e c t o r o f W W 2 M I l I t a r y M e M o r a b I l I a S e e k S I t e M S f o r P r e S e r v a t I o N o f h I S t o r y This collection was started when I was 11 years old. My father was a paratrooper in the 187th Airborne RCT during the Korean War; he joined the US military in 1950. His stories, along with a host of 1960's TV shows like COMBAT, led to this hobby. My Mom ran a small home business doing women's hair-styling. I would always make sure those visiting ladies knew that I collected war memorabilia. Many brought patches, badges, even swords for me as a kid. My parents were dragged to endless flea markets and collector shows in an effort to build the collection. I would like to discuss anything that you might consider parting with. The main focus is patches, badges and propaganda leaflets, but all items are of interest. Please do not let these historically important items end up at the curb or at a garage sale for 1/10 of their value. Many fields of collecting are hot right now; it may be a good time to take advantage of the higher prices. Free appraisals are not a problem. I'm willing to drive to meet, with no obligations on your part. Please cut out my ad from this Newsletter (on this page) and save it. Thank you for the opportunity to add to my collection. Please contact me (Dan) by calling: 908.581.4332 or emailing: venturepaper2@yahoo.com. I hated her because it was yet another thing that made me different. One more reason for the other kids to make fun of us. Nobody ever wanted to play with me because of you. You screwed me over. Honestly, you hurt me and there are times when I want to cut you out of my brain. I'm hardwired to see, feel, and understand things differently. We hate the feel of certain textures like wool, burlap, and felt on our body. We hate the taste of peanut butter, avocados, and tomatoes. The peanut butter feels like a thousand grains of sand of been put in our mouth. It makes us want to throw up. Wool makes our skin crawl. The feeling is like ants crawling all over you, but you can't kill the ants. They creep and crawl until you remove the wool, then they are killed. Thanks to you I can't tell who is being fake nice to me. I rely on other people's opinion to tell me what to think. You tell me I can't stand loud noises, crowds and bright lights. You are the cause I don't enjoy parties or dances. But the odd thing is I enjoy amusement parks. I have a love of roller coasters because we love the wind whipping past our face and the click-clack of the roller coaster track. Certain noises such the scraping of a metal fork against teeth or the clinking of plates or glasses makes us cover our ears. The sound we felt ten times louder than a neurotypical person would hear. So we chose places like Taco Bell or a pizzeria where paper and plastic are used because they are sensory friendly. Our senses are stronger so weird textures, smells and flavors can cause a panic attack or sensory overload. Our best friend understands quite a bit. Sometimes she can tell when a panic attack is coming before us. Our biggest problem is coping with the world which is why, in every bag, there is a pair of earbuds, a fidget cube, and sometimes we also carry an adult coloring book. These things help us cope with the problems daily life can bring. Some days are so bad that we have to wear noise-canceling earmuffs because even the sound of own breathing can drive us crazy. On those days we do nothing but sit quietly. But on those days we do quite a bit of thinking. We have quite a few ideas. We came up with this idea to write to you on one of those days. I'm finally getting the chance to talk to you and boy does it feel great. I want to thank you for a couple of things like making me different. The two most amazing people in my life love me even more because of you. They love the way we see things and understand things because sometimes we see a solution that they cannot. Our therapist is amazing. She talks to us on a daily basis, not because she has to but because she cares. She is our number one cheerleader on the sidelines. She knows that our future is very bright. The doctors who said we would never live independently are full of trash. As long as we have each other, we will make it in this big, wide, world. Thanks for showing me that just because you're different, it doesn't mean you are weird." Hunterdon Preparatory School, located in Clinton Township, is a private, not-for-profit day school serving students between the ages of 12 through 21 from over 45 school districts and 9 counties in New Jersey. HPS students are complex learners who benefit from individualized instruction and social support experiences that enable them to discover their abilities and talents. While not a school for Autism, HPS does have a small numbers of students on the Autism spectrum. Find out more at: www.HunterdonPrep.org. A Letter to Autism, continued from page 3...

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