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April may be over

At long last, April is over. Let me relish in those words: April is over! I don’t think that’s sufficient, but that’s okay.

April is over, and that’s such a relief. But on the other hand, it isn’t. Why? Ableism is still rampant. People still hate me. I’m still autistic and I’m still a marginalized class.

You know what else isn’t over? People literally wanting me dead. People literally not wanting me to exist, all in the name of a cure. I’ve said it once, I’ve said it twice, I’ll keep saying the damn thing – the cure is eugenics.

As long as I’m on the Internet, people will insist on using functioning labels. High functioning. Low functioning. Mild. Severe. “Your autism isn’t that bad.” “You pass as neurotypical.”

Shut the fuck up.

And I’m going to guess that more people are offended by the fact I just dropped the F bomb than the fact I said that wanting to cure autism is literally wanting to prevent our existence.

April is over. Hooray. But you know what isn’t? Autism Speaks. They still hate us. All of us. Every. Last. One. Of. Us. They still want us to be dead. Yes, dead. They still want us to pass. Even when we cannot.

April is over, but awareness isn’t. Paaaarents are still wailing that we don’t know how hard they have it. That we are not like their child. Breaking news in  at 2:05 am central time: your autistic child will become an autistic adult. There is no such thing as an adult child.

April is over. But I am still cyber-bullied for being autistic. Other autistics are still bullied across the internet – in both autistic and autism (there is a distinction, but that will be a future blog post) communities as well as the neurotypical world. People who self-dx are told they are not valid and that their diagnosis isn’t real (even when it very much is and again, that’s another blog post), people with professional diagnosis are told they’re “not really autistic”. And still others will claim that we’re “all a little autistic.”

April may be over. But I still have to write about what it’s like being an autistic adult. I still have to fight for agency and basic rights that a neurotypical person would get without a second glance. I still have to speak up for injustice. I still have to continue being a social justice cleric. There is no rest. It’s still rampant. It’s not in your face and while EVERYONE may not notice it it’s still there and it still hurts. And you know what? It never stops hurting. It never stop hurting, no matter how many times insults like the R word are flung at me. It still stings.

April may be over, but autistic children and adults are still murdered in cold blood by their caregivers. They’re still abused. They’re still subject to abusive therapies like ABA. They’re still told they’re not good enough, they need to pass, they need to stop doing the thing. It’s still happening. You’re just not aware of it. Or maybe you just don’t care, but I’ll pretend that’s not the case.

I am so glad that April is over, but the oppressions are not. YOU just notice them less. (And by the way, GameStop did not stop supporting Autism Speaks because of a petition or they know their fan base. They stopped because April is over).

Image description: purple background with a yellow circle in the middle. Lighter purple text reads "April may be over, but the aggressions never are."

Image description: purple background with a yellow circle in the middle. Lighter purple text reads “April may be over, but the aggressions never are.”

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