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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.

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The Cost of Remission

I am in remission from many of my chronic health things. Which isn’t to say I don’t struggle and I’m not in remission from others. I am not currently in remission from fibromyalgia/chronic pain syndrome (no, my doctors cannot decide which I have. Yes, it’s awesome), from neurofibromatosis, from my neurodivergent alphabet soup…but others I am in remission from. And it comes at an incredible cost.

There’s a delicate balance to keep this going. The things I will NEVER be in remission from and NEVER recover from can trigger the things that can be controlled to spiral again. My diet and my sleep schedule? Require to happen just so. And sometimes my other disabilities prevent that from happening. Which creates a vicious cycle, I know.

Remission doesn’t mean I’m healthy. It doesn’t mean I’m doing well, even. It means I’m doing marginally less sucky. It means that one aspect of my health is slightly less crappy than the other – and that’s not saying MUCH. It doesn’t mean I don’t still struggle. While I may not be actively puking violently from cyclic vomiting syndrome, I still struggle with nausea every day and often have to drug myself to get through. While I’ve been seizure free for years at this point, it doesn’t mean that one day (note: I do NOT have epilepsy. I had non-Epileptic seizures related to a medicine side effect but I’m told they could come back to haunt me) I will not have one again.

It’s hard. I still live in fear of remissions. I live in fear that my delicate balance will get thrown off kilter and that I will no longer be in remission. It’s just so HARD. I fight and I struggle and I try to LIVE and I am scared that one day I will no longer be able to. I am scared that one day I will be longer to be able to do the things I love. I had to leave my passions in school behind. I had to leave my dreams of a career behind. And it’s been a REALLY difficult pill to swallow. It’s been incredibly difficult to realize that yes, I am disabled and yes, I will always be. There’s no way to candy coat it, sugar coat it, make it prettier. I can’t work a job despite having some things in remission because others just aren’t and it isn’t feasible for them to be despite being on all the best medications.

I wrote this in the middle of the night, while listening to music, and scheduled  it to publish during my neurologist appointment. I don’t have a normal sleep schedule. I don’t have a normal eating schedule. Nothing about me is normal…and it’s a ticking time bomb in some ways. It’s a mess but at the same time, it’s my mess. It’s my life. I’ve accepted it. Embraced it. And am moving on with it. Because it’s all a part of who I am. The bad health stuff, the good health stuff, the alphabet soup of brain cooties. It all adds up to me. And while remission comes at an incredible cost… I’m okay with that.

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I didn’t graduate college, and that’s okay.

I didn’t graduate college.

I have a massive pile of debt. Debt I will never be able to repay. I have loan companies calling me daily telling me I have to pay when it’s literally impossible. I have a cap and gown that I’ll never wear. At times, I still daydream of the degree I wanted so desperately and came so close to getting.

I didn’t graduate college.

College classes aren’t designed for disabled students. While schools have disability services, they aren’t always to make classes Nora-compatible. My immune system is too week, I get stressed out too easy, I get  too severe of sensory overload, I simply can’t people, oh, you get the picture. They can’t custom craft a class to be perfectly okay for me, because then it would make it inaccessible for someone else.

Part of learning, part of growing, part of acceptance has been coming to terms with the fact I won’t get my degree. I was merely a semester and a half away. But my classes cannot be completed in the state I am now. I didn’t graduate college.

But I am not worthless. The fact I don’t have a degree doesn’t mean that I failed as a person. It doesn’t mean my classes were worthless – I learned a lot. It doesn’t mean that I am worthless – not everyone gets a college degree. I still write a blog. I still advocate. I’m still an activist. I still do so many fun things with my life!

I don’t have a degree. Sometimes I do get stir crazy without classes or a job, hence why I’m trying to find a volunteer thing. I’m not happy just sitting around doing nothing on the days when I feel well enough to do things. I try to do what I can, but it’s really hard when society is designed to go against disabled people.

But I am worth it. I am worth trying. I am worth doing things. And that worth isn’t defined by fancy letters after my name or a really expensive piece of paper.

 

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Beyond awareness

It’s time to go beyond autism awareness. People are plenty aware that autism exists. Every year, the number of autistics murdered by their caregivers grow. This isn’t from a lack of awareness or services. This isn’t from people not knowing awareness exists. Awareness does little for us anymore and in reality, awareness is ableism in a prettier package.

It’s time to go beyond autism awareness. Awareness is Autism Speaks. Awareness is furthering the cycle of our abuse. Of eugenics. I don’t want your awareness. I don’t want you to light it up blue. I don’t want you to talk about what a tragedy it is to be autistic. I don’t want you to talk to me about how some autistics are superior.

Awareness is bullshit. Awareness is being told that I’m not like “those autistics”, because I attended college. Despite the fact I dropped out, due to a combination of my needs not being adequately met. One of those being my autistic needs. Awareness is telling me that I’m not like THOSE autistics who will never leave home, despite the PCA mess I had and wound up unable to live completely alone anymore.

It’s time to move beyond awareness.

It’s time to move toward acceptance.