The Warrior Of The Minds' Code
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A collaborative work by me & a friend
If you're autistic and looking to be an outspoken and active supporter for your community, please feel free to read this. I hope that you may draw strength and empowerment from its' words and honor it until the very end.
I've been a fan of Epic The Musical ever since I learned about it. And when I heard the song "Warrior Of The Mind", I was immediately drawn to it. Even now it's my go to song. Recently, I decided to take it as a term of empowerment, connected to my status as an Autistic Individual. For a while, the base form answer to it was this; "An outspoken and actively supportive member of the Neurodivergent Community". But to be honest, I wanted it to mean more.
I thought back to what the 10th Doctor said a Time Lord was; "A sum of knowledge, a code, a shared history, a shared suffering". When I considered that, the only thing left needed for the concept of a "Warrior Of The Mind" was a code. And thanks to a friend on Reddit, a code was finally made.
My greatest wish is for other generations of Autistic Individuals to pass this on to others in the future. It never hurts for a community to have a source of strength, which is why this was made. Here's hoping whoever reads this gets inspired.
Stand strong, my fellow Neurodivergents! Nothing about us without us!
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