A must read. Our children our not frozen in time. Assuming the future is foolish. Make room for progress, especially when it’s not at the speed considered “normal”. Instead of “I’ll believe it when I see it”, turn that around – You will See it when you Believe.
It’s hard not to want to rush people on the journey to where you are. The journey is personal, and we must work to not scare others off the path when they’re not where we are.
Interoception issues – body/mind disconnect. VERY important to know about re. autism
One of my biggest fears is vomiting. I can deal with other peoples vomit but I cannot handle being sick myself. This is one of the reasons why I don’t drink alcohol. I am also paranoid about food poisoning. The reason why I am so terrified of being sick is because of the memory of the last time I was sick. I was thirteen years old and ironically was staying the night at my grandmother’s house to be there in case she needed anything as she lived alone and had just been discharged from hospital following an operation. I had a headache that evening so took some Nurofen before I went to bed. I can only assume that it was a reaction to the Nurofen that led to what happened next as I hadn’t been feeling unwell at all. After being asleep for just over an hour, I woke up…
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If only progress were a rolling snowball instead of a glacier moving.
Yes to everything ischemgeek wrote.
As I said on Tumblr, white people must not attempt to deny the racism of that action. White people must not scapegoat people with mental illness and refuse to take a good hard look at the culture that bred that hatred in the shooter. The Charleston massacre was not about mental illness, it was about racism and white supremacy.
Additionally, I would strongly recommend that anyone with the resources to do so donate to the families of victims and to the survivors, so that they do not have injustice compounded upon atrocity, and do not have that horrible crime ruin their finances in addition to hurting them, traumatizing them, and/or killing their loved ones.
Beyond that, this is not a time for me to be talking. Have some links to stuff written by people who should be talking at this time:
A final point: If any black…
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Lack of knowledge/understanding of another person’s lived experience in no way invalidates that lived experience.
The inspiration for this post emerged somewhat tangentially to an incident on Twitter several months ago, in which a pair of parent bloggers decided that publicly posting sensitive and humiliating information about their autistic teenager was a great thing to do for awareness. Plenty of other people wrote or responded to the inciting incident, so I don’t really feel the need to address it much further.
But something else happened in the aftermath that I actually do think deserves to be talked about more. It’s not even really about autism or disability itself as much as it’s about language deprivation and identity and the denial of minority experiences as genuine.
In a comment on one of the early Facebook threads about this particular series of Twitter posts, I said to this couple, “You need to read up on what exposure anxiety is, and what its effects are.” (Exposure anxiety
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Just because WE can’t recognize something, doesn’t mean it isn’t there.
I have watched my son’s emotional development for a decade with a sense of curiosity and fascination. His atypical emotional responses have piqued my interest. After years of keen observation, I would question anyone who suggested he lacked empathy as a result of his autism. Even prior to his diagnosis, when he was a toddler, I noticed the intensity of his reactions to the emotions of others.
I even suspect that his intense sensitivities and resulting withdrawal looks like a lack of emotion or disassociation from people or situations. I remember vividly his first haircut. Initially, his distress was within what I would call “normal limits.” After a little while, it escalated. I relayed my concerns to the hairdresser, who assured me that it was common for children to cry for their first visit. I felt uncomfortable, but not wanting to seem overprotective, I waited a while longer…
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Yes to all of this. ❤