You on your NT sidewalk square
Me, on my autistic one.
You jump to my square to help me out
(and so does everyone else)
That I need all the help you can give.
You teach me to copy your ways.
I learn to do so.
I jump to your square and copy you.
You are happy because I am learning
To look like you
To copy your ways in the world.
I am empty.
All I have is you helping me
And me copying your ways.
Is it a wonder the feeling of alien predominates?
There is more to jumping over the sidewalk crack.
Instead, let’s jump in it!
You from your square
And me from mine
Together jumping into the crack between
A real relationship in the making
Not you helping
Not me copying
(Endow, 2013, pg. 204)
“I have come to understand relationships by looking at sidewalks. I imagine people each on their own sidewalk square. Growing up I had many helpers. People who were helpers would jump from their own sidewalk square over to my sidewalk square. They would stand by me on my sidewalk square and help me. Eventually, I came to learn their ways.
Once I learned to copy the ways of other people I was allowed to jump over to their sidewalk square and occupy space with them. This jumping around on sidewalk squares happened in various ways for most of my life. It wasn’t very fulfilling. I often felt like an alien, other-ed, sometimes allowed and always oddly different.
Then I learned something new! I learned about jumping into the sidewalk crack with another human being. I discovered that in sidewalk cracks is the place of real relationship. It is the place where we each come as we are and it is perfectly fine. We are at home with each other in this space regardless of which version of self we bring that day. As we jump from our square into this sidewalk crack we find that together we are more than the sum of our individual parts and we find that each is necessary to the other. It is a relationship of equality based on our separate commodities of uniqueness.
I have come to learn that even though I do not measure up to be very many inches when the yardstick of NT normal used, I no longer use these very little bit of inches to define my human worth. Instead, I count all of my inches that nobody has yet found a way to measure.” (Endow, 2013, p.208)
In the process of sharing with you I have come up strong and tall. I grew tall, rising up out of the sidewalk cracks of meaningful friendships. I grew strong in the sharing with you by deciding to count the inches of my tallness that the NT yardstick cannot yet measure. I am blessed. My heart is full. I have you, the reader to thank. If you are still reading, thank you for walking this journey with me. I appreciate you!
Painting is In Sidewalk Cracks 2
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Endow, J. (2013). Painted Words: Aspects of Autism Translated. Cambridge, WI: CBR Press.