Autism is not my disability, although I truly believe that it is the root of all my “superpowers”.
My disability is invisible because I am able to blend in with society. People don’t know if I am suffering. When I speak up asking for help I am told that I am not “Autistic enough”.
Autism is not the disability, although symptoms of my sensory processing difficulties can leave me crippled and unable to function.
The disability is society’s misunderstanding of Autistic people.
Cure culture says erase the Autism. Neurodiversity begs you treat us with compassion, learn about us, and accept us as we are.
Autistic children are sent to therapy to help them look “less Autistic”. They learn to be still, and learn how different they are from everyone else.
We become self-conscious and learn that our differences are something to be ashamed of.
So no, I am not disabled. Society has unrealistic expectations.
Badass In-cog-ni-to | Anonymously Autistic
Call me Anna. Anna is NOT my real name, but I really am Autistic. In order to preserve the most true and accurate accounts of my life, and the lives of those around me I have decided to maintain this blog anonymously. Writing is therapy, and unfortunately I am not ready to come out of the “Autistic Closet” just yet. Hopefully something that I have to share might be helpful to you in your life. With love, Anonymously Autistic “Anna”