Autistic people should not have their inalienable right to diagnosis and support denied because their autism doesn't present itself in a way that fits into the correct boxes.
He is my beautiful, brave, loving, silly, pathetic, cowardly, loyal, protective, fabulous boy. Sometimes, I love him so much I could cry.
People were swelling with an outpouring of almost regimented grief that I felt cast to the side of; watching with a furrowed brow, scrunching up my face as I tried desperately to march in time, going red and tearful with frustration as I failed to keep step.
I have a voice that deserves to be heard, and, even if the system we work in is determined to stifle that voice, to not vote would have been to stifle my own voice. And I was going to fight against the gag kicking and screaming and biting and gouging.
For every person who complains about how annoying they find this new fad, I will shoot back that it's a lot less annoying than a twenty-five year old woman descending into meltdown in a public space.
I've always known I feel the cold. I had just never thought about in terms of those wonderful labels that started clicking into place once I got my diagnosis.
Behold as she bravely dodges crushing responsibilities, traverses deadly social interaction, and finally navigates her way back, injured and bruised yet still fighting, to bask in the adoring (furry) crowds of home!