So, this weekend, I peopled. It was a friend’s 50th birthday party, and he has been a good friend so I wanted to share the celebration with him, even though I don’t enjoy social occasions. I’m ok in small social situations, but this was a big one: lots of people, noise, conversations that I couldn’t relate to,
This is a post-triggered post. This is a post to unpack all my thoughts and feelings that occurred while I was triggered.
I see parents who say ‘I accept my autistic child for who they are, but…” What comes after the ‘but’ is not acceptance.
When I was growing up, my parents didn’t allow me to express any emotion that they saw as unacceptable. There is research that says that humans have six basic emotions: happiness, surprise, sadness, anger, disgust and fear. Of course, contradictory theories exist, but this post is not about theories of emotion. It’s about the validity of all emotions.
Just over a week ago, I wrote a post highlighting the problems that the autistic community must pay attention to in Australia. Those issues are still important to me, but I’ve changed my mind about what I can contribute as a member of the autistic community.
I’ve often thought of my life as though I’m a juggler.
A few months ago, I was watching my son play with some of his toys. The things that he was playing with were part of a set designed to be used as a competitive game where whoever spills the most coins wins. This was not the way that he was using these items.
[CN: ABA mention] I often get involved in debates with parents of autistic children. These debates revolve around the idea that if they shove their kids into intensive behavioural modification therapies, they believe that they’re doing the best thing for their child. They’re not.
Many autistic adults have objected to behavioural modification therapies.