My name is Matthew. Canada is my home. I am a nonspeaking autistic. Please see me for more than people judge me to be. I learned how to spell using a letterboard to express what was painfully trapped inside. A loving woman named Elizabeth Vosseller became my savior from my too lonely a prison. She believed in me and taught my parents the method of spelling to communicate when I was 15 years old. Life became worth living and I was able to do the loving work I was sent here to do.