Why I blog about autism as an autistic adult

Autism awareness is not enough.

It’s not.

“Please don’t murder us” is controversial.

Non-autistic people hate autistic people, want them dead like autistics are what goes bump in the night in “Stand Your Ground” states.

The problem is not that people don’t know autism exists. It’s that people don’t know what autism even is, so they are afraid of it.

Every autistic experience is different.

There are similarities, but no two autistic people experience their life exactly the same.

When you learn about one autistic person’s experience with autism, you learn about that specific person’s experience with life through their autistic lens.

They are not the standard for autistic experiences everywhere, but this is the general consensus among non-autistic crowds.

Not every autistic person needs routine or grieves atypically. Not all autistics have chronic illnesses, either.

Blogging is helpful & harmless.

Blogging about my life as an autistic person is harmless. It doesn’t hurt anyone when I share my story.

Blogs and bloggers have helped me not feel so alone

I’ve been blogging since I was about twelve years old.

I may not be the next Lydia Brown as far as autistic blogging goes, and that’s okay.

Emails aren’t my strong point, but I still try to reply to those who find my blog most helpful—usually because of a post about my abusive childhood, PTSD, Major Depressive Disorder, Tourette Syndrome, allergies, autistic life, and/or the estrangement of my mother and I. The people I have knowingly helped remind me of the ones who are silent, who I’ve probably helped as well, which helps remind me this is all worth it.

Bloggers can change the world. We start conversations. We’re not second-class media. It’s 2016; more people trust bloggers than they do other outlets…I’m assuming this is because we create personal relationships with people? (Well, most of us do.)

The world knows about autism—so “awareness” is redundant. It needs acceptance.

Everyone knows about autism. They’ve heard all about it—in the stigmatized way, of course.

They don’t accept it. After all this awareness, the majority of society sees autism as this horrendous thing that disrupts families. You know what actually disrupts families? Ignorance.

Those of us who work up enough confidence to speak up and fight for our rights are labeled as “high-functioning” and accused of ignoring the nonverbal autistics. The reason I fight for autistic rights is because of those nonverbal autistics, whose parents are so ignorant they cannot see past verbal communication and neurotypical body language.

Communication is SO MUCH MORE than what you learned in school; it goes beyond body language and verbalization.

I don’t care what tone you use when you speak; I can absorb information better when it’s written or typed—I excelled in writing. You know what the majority of the lessons in the “Writing” section of English are about? Finding your voice. How you write is you; the diction and literary devices and everything you have in your writing result in your voice—your tone.

The Deaf community does just fine communicating with each other via sign language/nonverbal communication, so the claim of inability to communicate with someone because they are nonverbal is irrelevant and selfish to me.

I’m not entirely verbal, either.

I freeze. Sometimes, I just can’t talk. Other times, I can’t stop talking.

I’m slowly working on learning American Sign Language just in case I ever need to communicate and can’t find the words to verbally speak…and also because sensory overload can sometimes prevent me from hearing well; I already hear poorly in my right ear due to an incident as a child. I don’t want hearing aids; I don’t want people to try and fix me for their own selfish reasons and definition of normality.

I just want to be me. In order for that to happen, I need to contribute to the conversation. I need to be the person I desperately needed when I was younger.

The only autism experts are those actually living it.

Allistic people can research and research, in addition to making assumptions about this and/or that. They can speak like they know all about autism, but…they don’t. They have no idea what life as an autistic person is like, how things feel, how we truly see the world—they know nothing about autism at the end of the day. Yet, they are put on pedestals for doing x or y.

“High-functioning” and “low-functioning” terms are ableist terms. They shouldn’t be used. I mean…am I high-functioning because I have a blog, am a writer, and can make my own spaghetti—or am I low-functioning because I have meltdowns, can’t work at a “normal” job, and can’t always properly articulate what I’m trying to say?

I blog about the autistic part of me because I want to change the conversation. I also can’t separate it. I am autistic; it’s in my neurology.

If you have an issue with this, perhaps you’re on the wrong side of the Internet.