We still don’t know when or where our daughter will live on her own, but the moment has FINALLY arrived for an old(er) mama and papa bird to fly onward.
Although poets have often extolled the beauty of leaves changing in autumn, I’m in no rush for fall.
We are all on the spectrum—the human spectrum—together.
My daughter knows she can count on me to never give up, because I never gave up on her or allowed her to give up on herself.
Lost? Upset? Frustrated? Feeling ill? If our daughter can’t reach us, here’s my list of recommendations for her.
My daughter’s joy in the applause and accolades never gets old.
Directors and producers must STILL become convinced that casting actors with autism will be better and more profitable than choosing a neurotypical celebrity with a “bankable” name.
For people with autism, sometimes there are unexpected dangers lurking in the overlooked details.
While each person with autism or any learning disability is unique, what they all have in common is joy and appreciation for each other.
This “middle group”—much like today’s middle class—is largely ignored or given vague promises which aren’t kept.
Hygiene and living conditions for adults on the spectrum are often less than ideal.
Our society needs to prioritize the needs of people living with autism over autism prevention.
If neurotypical students have trouble deciphering non-verbal dating and sexual cues, young women with autism find it exponentially more difficult to navigate those tricky minefields.
Sometimes I feel like I’m picking my way through a mine-field.
Is it ethical for mainstream media to use the autistic identity for profit—without actually hiring people with autism?
Think of “shush” as light striking a dynamite fuse, and expect an immediate explosion.