I don't know how to tell you this, but the truth is, your neurodiversity movement is making me really fucking angry. Oh, looky there, I guess I did know how to tell you.
Things that don't make me angry:
Things that enrage me:
Internet assholes telling me I am hurting my child because I refuse to celebrate her disorder.
When I log on so many tell me over and over that I am hurting my girl by not allowing her autism to shine.
By "shine" do you mean allow her to become so agitated by confusing and overwhelming sensations that she cry and lash out?
If she had diabetes should I let it fucking shine. Should her milk allergy be allowed to shine? What about her love of biting assholes like you? Well, yes, maybe you've got something there.
I know so many of you want me to embrace her autism. Celebrate it, even. This really only serves to frustrate me. If you're coming from a good place when you write to me, I usually can see that right away. I understand that and I simple delete the message because we shall agree to disagree. If you're attacking me, as many of you do, I get pissed and here's what I want you to know.
My daughter has a disability and I cannot transcend that fact with positive thinking about different operating systems and feel good stories about the school basketball team's quirky manager. Nor can many of you. You know pity porn when you see it. But, you still insist that autism is not a disorder, but a gift.
I am not afraid to say that if you've been lightly affected by autism; If your autism is of the so-called high-functioning variety (and my own daughter's may very well be) than bully for you that you can write about how fucking amazing autism is for you. This is not the case for everyone.
Is self-injurious behaviour a gift?
Is fecal-smearing a gift?
Is being lonely, afraid and confused a gift?
I won't be bullied into the neurodiversity movement. When you attempt that you marginalize so many.
Happy Mail to:
27 Wellington Row
Saint John, NB
Grace and Kate's mom. (Shanell)