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I reach out to the truth

Now I face out, I hold out
I reach out to the truth of my life
Seeking to seize on the whole moment to now break away!

Oh God let me out, Can you let me out?
Can you set me free from this dark inner world?
Save me now last beat in the soul.

My entire life I’ve been told there are so many things I cannot do because I am disabled. I’m a victim of both being told there are so many things I cannot do and that Ic an do anything I set my mind to. How these both work, I really don’t know.

As a result, I’ve been trapped in lies. Lies that I’m not good enough. Lies that because I’m disabled, I cannot achieve anything. I’ve been told that I need to not let my disabilities define me or hold me back. It’s confusing. And I need to find my own truth. Make my own truth. Find my own path.

Something I’ve learned is I need to reach out to my own truth. Reach out to it, even. Because it is within reach.

Because it doesn’t matter what I’ve been told. They were wrong.

It doesn’t matter what I believed.  It was wrong.

But what matters is the truth I know now and what I do with it.

 

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Autistic children become autistic adults

Autistic children become autistic adults. We are not adult children. We’re adults. Sometimes we need more support than others. That’s okay. Sometimes we live on our own, and sometimes we can’t. That’s okay, too. Some of us go to college. Some of us dropped out. Some of us never will go to college.

But autistic children become autistic adults. How you treat the autistic adults on Facebook who try to educate you or who just interact with you is how someone may treat your child someday. Autistic children become autistic adults. We’re adults. We deserve to be treated with respect, even if you view us as lesser than.

Treat us with respect. Treat us how you would want someone to treat your child. We were your child once. We were once young. Just because we’ve never been parents, doesn’t mean we’ve never been children. And above all, we’re real people with real feelings.

So please don’t mock our spelling errors. We’re trying.

Please don’t get upset when we ask you to clarify – we often legitimately don’t understand because how our brain works.

Please don’t get upset we repeat ourselves – we sometimes don’t realize we’re doing it, even though it’s right in front of us.

Please understand that sometimes we break up Facebook comments and don’t post everything in one big posts – long walls of post are “text walls” or “word salad” to us, and breaking them up makes it easier for us.

Please just use a little bit of compassion.

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To the autistic child

To the autistic child,

Hi! I see you. My name is Nora and I’m an autistic adult. We’re pretty awesome, if I do say so myself. It isn’t easy being autistic, and I wish there are some things that I had been told. That’s why, little one, I’m writing this letter to you. You may not know me, but maybe someday we’ll get to meet each other. Maybe we never will and we’ll only talk on the internet. Either way, you’re loved and so very amazing. Your brain is so COOL! Isn’t it nifty how different people are? Isn’t it nifty how different brains can be?

I don’t want to sugar coat things. Sometimes it’s hard being autistic. You know all those bright lights and loud noises? Yeah, sometimes I want to melt down, too. And sometimes I do. My brain just gets all these signals from different directions all at once and cannot tolerate it. And you know what? It’s okay. It hurts, and it’s okay to let people know we’re hurting. People may get annoyed or frustrated when we melt down, but we simply don’t have the words to articulate what’s going on inside our heads. And you know what? That’s okay. It isn’t our fault that sometimes we’re overwhelmed.

Sometimes, you know those little movements we make? We flap our hands, we rock back and forth, we spin around. We fiddle with toys in our hands or we wear special bracelets or necklaces. Sometimes we chew our shirt collars. Sometimes we make certain sounds. This is called “stimming”. Sometimes it calms us down, and sometimes it makes us feel good. You know what? It’s okay. It helps settle us down in a big, scary world. If it doesn’t hurt someone else, it’s okay for us to do it. Part of taking care of ourselves is doing things that helps us cope, and so that’s why we stim.

Sometimes we find a topic we like and just want to talk about it a lot. Our brains are like soil – the little info seeds take root and grow into various things we just love to talk about. Some people call them “special interests”, others call them “obsessions”. I just like calling them “interests”. Sometimes we just kind of info dump on them, which means just blurting out everything we know about the subject. This is okay! It’s part of what makes our brains special.

Maybe you have trouble doing, what many call, “using your words”. I don’t like that phrase. Words are hard. Not everyone can talk with their vocal cords, and that’s okay! Some people use sign language, which means they talk with their hands. Some people use what’s called AAC, which means they use a special device or iPad app to talk. They type the words into it or tap a picture, and it says their words for them. Little one, all forms of communication are valid. It doesn’t matter if you speak it, move it, or tap it – your words MATTER and we (the autistic community and those who love you) want to hear what you have to say.

Sometimes when we talk to people, we use words we’ve said before. Or maybe phrases we know from video games, TV shows, movies, or books. Or maybe phrases we’ve made up that have special meaning. This is called “scripting”. Sometimes, when we’re asked a question we just repeat it back. For example, maybe we’re asked “Do you want milk or juice?” We might just say “or juice”. This is called “echolalia”. Sometimes people got frustrated that we don’t seem to understand what they’re saying. But most of the time, we do. We just are communicating in the best way we can. But when people can learn our scripts, we can adapt and learn to communicate with them in a way that’s accessible to everyone.

People WILL sometimes talk about you right in front of you. People WILL sometimes say you don’t understand what they’re saying about you, because you’re autistic. People who say they love you may say mean things about you in front of you. People may record your most vulnerable moments, and place them on the internet for the world to see, claiming to raise awareness for you. They’ll claim you don’t understand. I know you understand. You may not look like you’re paying attention, but in your own way you are taking in the world around you. But even if you feel like no one else understands you and no one else loves you, know there’s one person who has never met you who would move the world for you, if she could. Know there is one loyal, passionate person who is fighting for your rights as an autistic child.

Precious child, you are fine as you are. You don’t have to change to fit in. You don’t have to be not YOU in order to be loved and accepted. Some people are autistic. Some people are not. You’re autistic. It’s okay to say no, even in a world that teaches you to say yes and obey every order. It’s okay to let people know you’re in pain. It’s okay to stim. The world wasn’t built for autistic people, and we have to learn to live in it in whatever way we can. Sometimes, people don’t understand our ways but that’s okay, because we don’t understand their non autistic ways!

I hope that one day you find acceptance, and not awareness.

Love,

Nora.

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Sometimes I’m not okay

Sometimes it’s hard being disabled. I talk a lot about how I’ve accepted it and I’ve talked a lot about how I’m at peace with some of the paths I’ve walked down. I’ve talked about how many doors have been shut, and some of the windows just haven’t opened.

But sometimes I’m not okay with it. Sometimes I am just very frustrated with being disabled. I long to get a job, I long to work, I long to do something more with my life than typing on a keyboard or staring at a square device in my hand. It’s hard to see my friends and whatnot working jobs when I know it’s out of reach for me right now.

I try to accept it. I try to say I’m okay with being disabled. And, you know, for the most part I am. It’s the card I’ve been dealt, I’ve accepted it and made the most of it. But yet… sometimes it’s hard. Sometimes I wonder what my purpose is. Why I will be like this… I just find myself questioning WHY.

And I wish I had an answer to why I’m sometimes not okay.

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Autism Speaks hasn’t changed – or why the Mighty still sucks

A couple years have passed since I started writing this blog. It’s pretty shocking to me, anyway, to see how many of my viewpoints have changed. Some of my early posts are cringe worthy (especially the ones I imported from my previous blog – Forgotten Regret). Some things will never see the light of day again. Others I’ve left, to show how I’ve changed and grown and adapted.

Some things haven’t changed. Autism Speaks, for one. Their wording has changed to sound prettier, but they’re still pretty horrific. And now, they’ve partnered with The Mighty. The Mighty is, well, pretty mighty awful. Here is a pretty good post on the epic meltdown bingo card, with further links and reading on it. I suggest reading through it.

I thought that maybe the Mighty would change. I was, well, mighty wrong. (I wonder how many times I can do this…?). And now they’ve officially partnered with Autism Speaks. Before you support any charity, I suggest reading this article. Autism Speaks is pretty much all of this embodied.

The Mighty says they want to amplify autistic voices.

And yet…

They’ve partnered with a so-called charity that doesn’t want us to exist. That blocks autistics for speaking out against them. That… I don’t even know?

But they’ve proven one thing to me.

They haven’t remotely changed.

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Ableism is…

Ableism is when you say that I’m not like those disabled people.

Ableism is when you see someone helping us, and your first thought is to take a photo.

Ableism is when you don’t let us do things for ourselves before offering to help us.

Ableism is when you speak over us and for us.

Ableism is when you get mad at us for not being concise in our speech.

Ableism is when you get mad at us for repeating ourselves.

Ableism is when you shout out “but not all *insert word of the day here*.

Ableism is when you expect us to be happy with what we have.

Ableism is when you get mad you have to reword something.

Ableism is when you’re upset we cannot always control our pitch/volume.

Ableism is when our stimming upsets you

 

Ableism is when you try to change us.

Ableism is when you have standing room only.

Ableism is when you get upset at the person in front of you for not walking fast enough.

Ableism is when you refuse to listen to our voices.

(IMPORTANT NOTE ON THE STIMMING ONE. Dual access needs are a thing here. For example, I can’t stand the sound of pens clicking and it sends me into sensory overload.  But for others, that’s a comforting stim. This is called conflicting access needs, and can, shockingly, be accommodated.)

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Awareness vs Acceptance

Awareness is talking about all the ways we are not like you.

Acceptance is talking about what makes us US.

Awareness is about trying to change who we are.

Acceptance is meeting us where we are.

Awareness is trying to change our behavior because it annoys you.

Acceptance is encouraging it, because it comforts us.

Awareness is talking about all the things we cannot do.

Acceptance is talking about all the things we can.

Awareness is “special interests”.

Acceptance is listening to our knowledge and infodumping.

Awareness is talking about trying to cure us (Which is eugenics. The ONLY cure for Autism is to ensure we don’t exist. I’m pretty sure being alive is better than, well, not).

Acceptance is adapting the world to us.

Awareness is talking about how tragic our lives our.

Acceptance is celebrating the fact we’re alive.

Awareness is Autism Speaks and Julia the Muppet.

Acceptance is Autism Women’s Network  and PACLA

Awareness is changing your child…

Acceptance is changing the world.

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A heart made fullmetal

I’ve been getting more questions than usual about my URL lately, so I’m taking a break from autism acceptance pieces to finally sit down and write a piece on why I chose my domain and blog title. It comes from the AMAZING anime, Fullmetal Alchemist. And these two quotes:

“A lesson without pain is meaningless. For you cannot gain something without sacrificing something else in return. But once you have recovered it and made it your own… You will gain an irreplaceable Fullmetal heart.”

“There’s no such thing as a painless lesson, they just don’t exist. Sacrifices are necessary. You can’t gain anything without losing something first. Although if you can endure that pain and walk away from it, you’ll find that you now have a heart strong enough to overcome any obstacle. Yeah… a heart made Fullmetal.”

If you haven’t seen FMA, well, you should. Even if anime isn’t your jam. Because it’s that good. I can’t say too much without going into spoilers, but basically guy-loses-his-arm-and-leg-and-his-brother-becomes-a-robot-thing-so-they-try-to-become-human-again. Yeah. Well.

I’ve had a lot of pain in my life. And I’ve made a lot of sacrifices. Life hasn’t been easy for me. And I have rods in my back, which I joke are my own personal automail.

My own heart became automail. My own life became making myself strong enough to recover from the pain thrown at me. It hasn’t been easy. But it’s been worthwhile. It’s been a piece of making my heart strong enough to overcome obstacles.

Hard? Yes. Worthwhile? Well, I wouldn’t want these things to happen to me again. Or anyone else. But it made my heart fullmetal. It took my life and made me stronger. And I’m the champion as a result.

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Awareness and light it up blue and stuff

Or: why this day is bullcrap.

I am mostly off Facebook today. I can’t deal with “but I light it up blue not for Autism Speaks”.

Light it up blue is an Autism propaganda campaign, pure and simple. 

Yep.

Autistics have said, for a long time  that this is harmful.

But.

We are told to shut up.

We are told you are not like my child.

We are told to be grateful we can speak out.

Can’t we, though?

Can’t we be grateful we can speak out and still speak out against ableism?

Can’t we tell you WHY this hurts of?

Why are you clinging on to light it up blue?

There are other acceptance  campaigns. They aren’t mainstream enough for you like LIUB is? Then MAKE it so. LIUB had to gain momentum somehow, you know.

Think about why you’re clinging to it. Is it because you like it? Is it because you think it’s all there is? There’s more. There’s more beyond Autism $Peaks.

You just have to look for it.

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On Julia and awareness

So as any of you likely know, I am obsessed with Sesame Street. I have shirts. Plushes. DVDS. VHS tapes. Soundtracks. Yeah, I like Sesame Street.

So I like Julia, right?

WRONG.

If you haven’t been following along, Julia is an autistic muppet.  And she was created for autism awareness. And there’s the problem.

Julia is about awareness. Not acceptance.

Julia was co-created by someone who calls himself the Autism Daddy. Who calls his kid “king shit” to his face. Don’t give me that “his kid doesn’t understand!” bull. He does. He KNOWS.

Julia is everything that’s wrong with the awareness movement.

Prominent autistic self-advocates have been told to shut up.

That we should we grateful for what we have.

That we are ignoring labor put in by critiquing  Julia

I think some people had great ideas for Julia.

I also think just banking on those is ableist and silly.

I think it’s silly that her puppet master is a parent . Why not an autistic person?

I think it’s silly that they use person first (er, muppet first?) language despite ASAN working with them and ASAN being adamant about ID first.

I think it’s silly that when actual autistic people speak out, we are silenced.

Why do you want to parade us and token us except for when we challenge you?

Think about that.