(And We Want Acceptance, Anyway) Apparently this "game" is making the rounds again. I've seen it circulated as "awareness" for a handful of unrelated causes over the years, and this year it's for "Autism Awareness" again, so I find myself explaining how this does absolutely zero to help Autistics and our families. Again. Here's a… Continue reading This is NOT Awareness!
Category: life stories
The “Joys” of Autistic Advocacy pt. 3
"Fuck u and ur group" "Straight up all u weird ass people and shit" "Your mama dropped ur drums Bitch ass in the head hoe" "Fuck u mute me delete me ur trash and so are all those weird fucking trump supporting ass bitches" "Ur Mama is a bitch and so is ur daddy" "How"… Continue reading The “Joys” of Autistic Advocacy pt. 3
Communication and Sensory Overload
You know how sometimes when a computer has too many things running it will sort of slow down and when you open something or switch tasks, it just takes longer to load? Or your bandwidth drops a bit and your video is stuck buffering? That's sort of what it's like when I start going into… Continue reading Communication and Sensory Overload
We See You Sia
The following is a video made by "The Classy Aspie" concerning her viewpoint on Sia's new movie and the controversy surrounding it, and a transcript provided by an anonymous user. Responses/corrections have been inserted between spacers, typed in italics. Capture of a YouTube video by user RitaThePearl (aka The Classy Aspie, a Facebook page which… Continue reading We See You Sia
To the Emergency Room Doctor Who Dismissed Me As A Drug User
I understand. I do. You doctors are under a lot of pressure these days about your opioid prescriptions. It’s been all over the headlines lately. I also understand that in the emergency department you see a large proportion of people coming in for a quick fix and a scrip for 24 5/500 to take home. I… Continue reading To the Emergency Room Doctor Who Dismissed Me As A Drug User
A Poetic Response to Senator Toomey
A burned down house. The desecrated remains of a life, charred and broken standing silent in the night, soaked in the tears of lost memories. A burned down house once filled with love and bursting laughter, Unbridled joy and hope reduced to an empty shell. A burned down house. Remnants of strength and safety of… Continue reading A Poetic Response to Senator Toomey
When a Few Hours Up Turns Into a Few Days Down
I feel like I'm always counting steps. I spend each day in a constant analysis of how far away things are and how much energy it's going to take to get there. Sometimes even just planning what's going to happen between point A and point B is so tiring that I'll need a break before… Continue reading When a Few Hours Up Turns Into a Few Days Down
