A passion, stolen

As a kid, most of my spare time was spent drawing. It was my earliest passion. I was no savant. But I suppose, on reflection, I did have at least some innate "gift". The people I colourfully produced aged just three, in bright felt tip, were anatomically correct (in as much as having, for example, … Continue reading A passion, stolen

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Sharing: the language of identity, or “I am not an autism parent” — Michelle Sutton

I think it is funny, in an ironic way, that so many people try to tell us how to identify and refer to ourselves. They say we shouldn’t use identity first language when we say we are autistic. We should say we are people with autism because we are people first. via the language of identity, … Continue reading Sharing: the language of identity, or “I am not an autism parent” — Michelle Sutton