It’s a surreal feeling coming to the end of this blog series. When I first thought of this idea, I intended to try and do it on my own, but a personal situation forced me to ask for help from others. Asking for help is not something that is easy for me
by Michelle Sutton from Michelle Sutton Writes. Z is for Zig Zag. Getting to know yourself is not a straight forward process. I don’t think any of us expect it to be. So, it’s a little surprising to notice that people often want to know the “simplest way to know” if their child is Autistic
If you’re reading this, then this post is for you. If you are neurotypical, This post is for you because neurodiversity means all brains. I know we spend a lot of time writing about neurotypical people and it may seem like we hate you, but we don’t. We hate the oppression that we experience…
by Jennifer “Grimalkin” Partin from Felis Autisticus. Y is for Youth. I’m young as shit. I’ll be just 21 in a week. Young. As. Shit. Sometimes— most of the time— this hinders me. I don’t have a lot of the life experience or the fancy degrees or even the general not-living-with-parents autonomy that older activists do.
Wait… what? What is X? X marks the spot. Solve for X. X is the unknown. X feels impossible to define or narrow down.
I know what I want. I know I want equality. I know that I want Autistic children to grow up feeling a sense of pride in their identity…
by Anna Savva Smirnov from vodkadietcokes. Why time is a rubber band: on autistic perception of time as difference without deficit. This is a non-definitive short essay on autistic temporality. I became interested in the question of ‘autistic time’ a few months before my formal diagnostic assessment.