This is a deeply personal post, so I’ve been hesitant to write it. When I originally made the decision to start this blog, one of my intentions was to un-box my memories. So, it seems appropriate that I stick to that intention, and write about this memory.
I read this from 30 days of Autism today, and I related to it so deeply.
As an Autistic parent of an Autistic child, I would love to be able to shield my child from this aspect of our lives, but if I did, then I would be doing him a disservice.
[CN: filicide mention, curebie mention]
When people ask why I’m so angry, I want to scream:
“How can you not be?”
Aside from tone policing being completely inappropriate (read this from Autistic Hoya to find out why), I cannot understand why people seem to think that our anger is irrational.
You may have grown up being unaware that you are a member of a minority group. This happens a lot with autistic people who discover that we’re autistic as adults. We’ve always been autistic, but finding out that we are may compel us to find out more about ourselves. It may motivate us to seek out fellow autistic people, and then we start learning about our oppression.
[CN: Assisted dying; filicide]
Imagine watching people debate the value of your life, using words like ‘burden’ and ‘suffering’ (not your suffering; theirs), and discussing whether there is a way to determine the quantitative value of your existence.
Imagine reading the words of the latest person to weigh in on the debate
This post is primarily aimed at Autistic readers, but hopefully some non-autistic folks will benefit from it too.
There is an error that I see a lot of Autistic people make when writing about the neurodiversity movement. I’ve probably made the same error myself at times because it is something that is so entrenched within our societies.