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Are you or aren’t you?

There’s a thing that happens a lot…
Someone does something awful or says something awful about autistic people, and then when they’re called out on their awfulness, they play the “Well, how do you know I’m not autistic?”
Simply put: We don’t know whether that person is autistic or not.

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Now, he can read

At the beginning of this year, my son started his third year of school.
He could not read.
His school and his teachers were aware of this. They had realised this by the end of his first year of school. His school offered a reading recovery program for children who need extra assistance with literacy

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A taste of acceptance

Yesterday, I heard the news that Jonah Lomu, a former rugby player for New Zealand, passed away.
I have never met Jonah Lomu. But, I have bittersweet memories of the 1995 World Cup. He played such a central role in New Zealand reaching the finals.
For a month, I was able to connect with my father.

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A letter to myself about trust

Dear Me
You’ve had a couple of really intense weeks where people have shown themselves to be untrustworthy.
That’s on them, and not on you.
You spent the early years of your life being told that you were wrong to think and feel the way you did. Because you felt different, you believed them