My view as well 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼🏆💜
If you’ve met one person with autism, you’ve met one person with autism. If you are autistic or follow autism related news, chances are you have heard this many times before. But outside of the autism community, how many people have heard of it? How much does the average person, the person seated next to you, the person you just walked past, the person you just talked to etc. know about autism? How many friends do you have and how many are autistic? The average person is likely to have heard of autism but how many persons with autism have they actually met? I’m pretty sure my colleagues have heard of autism but are they aware that they are sharing the office space with an autistic? I’m not suggesting we should start going around and ask if a person is autistic nor am I suggesting we should be diagnosing people…
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The steps are slippery. Wet season has drenched the mossy brick and the heat has not yet steam dried the path. The man’s caution is palpable as he slowly descends from the summit.
He has seen many things and his eyes are grateful for each step taken and each wonder tasted. Don’t mistake his caution for fear, he is a man who merely wishes not to slip on the path.
His smile is generous to those who pass him by. The younger fitter men who bounce through life with a confidence his body has never allowed, cause his emotions to mix. Every now and then a conversation stops him in his tracks and he pauses for a while.
Like his smile, his advice and opinions are freely given. He knows joy and is keen to share that knowledge. For some he is a gift, for others an irrelevance and for…
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Such a well-written piece about such an amazing event 😊💗💜
Over the last couple of days, I watched all of the available recordings from a conference titled “Intimate Lives? Autism, Sex/uality, Gender and Identity.” It was organized by four doctoral students–Marianthi Kourti, David Jackson-Perry, Kirsty Allenby, and Daniel Bendelman–and funded by the British Sociological Association. It took place on May 18 at the University of Birmingham in the UK. Overall I thought the presentations were excellent, and while I’m not going to write up a play-by-play of each one, I wanted to share some of the content that particularly resonated with me.
Preliminary note: I have tried to use the proper preferred pronouns for each speaker, but if I have gotten any of them wrong, I sincerely apologize. Please let me know so I can update the post. In addition, if I have mischaracterized anyone’s statements or opinions, please let me know as well. I have done my…
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I feel a similar way. *Great* post! 🙌🏼👍
Things happen for a reason. This may come especially harsh and bitter for those with a late diagnosis of autism. We all have regrets. I believe regrets are a part of life to make us a better person but some regrets are preventable if I had known I was autistic and if I had been taught to accept my true self instead of judging myself by some arbitrary norms and standards that society deemed ‘normal’. For me, things happen one way but not the other because I didn’t know about my autism. This is why I want to raise awareness and it’s not just about autism, which I talk about a lot because I happen to be on the spectrum but what I’m actually talking about is raising self-awareness by challenging traditional societal norms that people take for granted. An example I have in mind is the difference between introverts…
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When I first found out I was on the spectrum I was elated. I had finally found the answer to explain why I was different; why I had so much trouble relating to my peers and understanding how I fit amongst them. I believed for so long that I was stupid, because I take longer to find my words. I thought I was a talentless worthless nothing because my peers, teachers, and even my very own Mother taught me I was to blame for my difference. I learned from a young age that my sensory avoidance was actually just my, “being a brat,” I was, “spoiled,” I was to blame for all that ailed me. I did not have the words then that I do now, sensory aversion, sensory processing disorder, hyperacusis, neurodivergence, high visual intelligence, selective mutism, and many more terms that very clearly label and define my difference…
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