I will not stand by and watch the bastardisation of a word that is part of my very definition.
Let 2018 be the year that Autistic anger burns bright . Let it be the year in which they can't pretend they can't hear us any more.
I'm still nervous about the global political climate, I'm still full of emotional turmoil, and I'm still going to be blogging about both of those things.
I realised it was okay to work with what I have, rather than trying to work with what other people expected me to have.
Quiet carriages are absolutely a lifeline for disabled people like myself. Some days they are the only reason I have the emotional energy to succeed at work.
The definition of success seems to depend very much on the frame that you're looking at it through. And the frame of my 'success' is the neurotypical gaze.
His phone call to the charity was shared as a courageous exposé. I had to stop watching after three minutes because I was on the edge of a memory-scarred panic attack.
You claim to be against cruelty. And yet you will stand by and abet the cruelty that neurodiverse people face every day.
I feel obliged to give constant apologies for existing as a neurodiverse person in a neurotypical world.
I trust you will share this with the others, as they need to see this as well. You were not the only one. Not by a long way.