This post was made on Facebook not long ago by a very popular page. It is an image of a tweet from someone who calls themselves "God." (the idea behind this is to make common-sense statements about humanity and how it keeps mistreating its members and making terrible choices as a species.)
The text reads "Some people think autism is a disease that needs a cure. It's not. Autistic people don't need to be cured, they need to be accepted."
Of course, the comments that followed were all about "My nonverbal son who has a low IQ and needs constant care because he blah blah blah and the kids I work with are lower functioning than the self-advocates who say that they are just different and blah blah blah real autistic people don't have a good quality of life and they're aggressive and they are unable to blah blah everything because they can't anything..."
...and lots of other dismissive, deficit-themed things that completely insult the way many Autistic people live, with many needs and struggles, some of them embarrassing, none of them shameful but all of them being used to dehumanize my fellow Autistics into incompetent, helpless tragedies (people are not tragedies. they are people.) But I'm getting a little ahead of myself. You'll get to read my rant a little further down the page here.
One woman named Mia even wrote "Dear God, my son is autistic. He cannot talk. He will never in this life have full use of his intellect because he is now too old to develop language skills."
Tell that to Carly, who didn't even begin typing to communicate until she was like 12 and now she's going to college independently. Oh, and Emma, who I think was even older when she started typing to communicate and who's that going to college? --oh, that would be Emma.
Of course, these comments have managed to make me feel hopeless, helpless, anxious, and frustrated. They make me want to cry or panic. They make my brain scramble for the words to be understood but my brain is so anxious that I cannot grasp all the whirling thoughts with my chest so tight and my brain constricting. Instead of thinking too much about the negative comments, or getting drawn up into an ill-fated argument with each and every commenter like I am unfortunately prone to doing... I opened up a comment box and I let loose with every passionate thought that I had and explained, as neatly as I could, exactly what my opinion is of people who talk about my friends as though they are hollow sacks of not-person who got stolen and replaced by bad terribleness.
The final product is as follows.
Okay, guys. Rally.
1 Amy's essays:
It is About Respect
Non-speaking Autistic Activist Responds to Suzanne Wright of Autism Speaks
We Are All Part of One Spectrum
The Presumption of Competence
I Feel Tired
A Message to Suzanne Wright
My Friends Are the Real Thing