At a recent doctor’s visit I was forced to face my irrational fear of needles. Maybe saying phobia would be more correct because I almost threw up and passed out in terror. Good thing they only draw blood once a year.
Flashback Friday – just for fun. I was a well documented child. I may be showing my age here. Here is some very old footage.
I love reading and I owe it all to the adults who took the time to read me bedtime stories. So I do this video in my unicorn onesie.
I learned a new term recently – Aspie Supremacist. I had an ah-ha moment this week and wanted to share my thoughts on where this mind-set comes from.
My personal goal is to shoot one video every week. Even if it’s just a short video but I do like to prep and brainstorm and put a lot of effort into my content. Unfortunately this weeks video is it admission that I did not make time to put all the work into making a proper video. I’ll be back with the new video next week. Stay tuned!
We’ve got a problem. With the way autism is represented in the media.
Parents of autistic children are fed stories that “autism is a horrible tragedy that will destroy lives, families, & marriages”. Big organizations and people have made lots of money spreading this mis-information, drowning out autistic voices who speak up against them.
There is real damage done by well meaning parents, determined to rid their children of their autistic nature. Imagine if your parents were determined to reshape your entire identity because your natural way of being has been deemed “socially unacceptable”.
Autism is not a tragedy it is a difference, despite what most of the world has been led to believe. Autistic people are not broken or in need of fixing.
When parents get divorced, people tend to remind the children that it’s not their fault their parents are separating – because this type of blame would not be good for a child’s mental health. How is blaming a child’s autism for running a marriage / family any different?
I remember the teacher’s anger when I didn’t read my paragraph. I remember reading the words in my mind, screaming the words in my head, then begging the words to come out of my mouth. Nothing. I knew the words but couldn’t say them. I remember being sent out of class for refusing to participate in the activity and I remember being ashamed.
I used to be afraid of showing my naked face in public. This week I do a video without makeup and talk about how posting this video is one of the ways I’m facing my fears in 2018.