Sam I Am
Yes, I am letting my disabilities define me and dictate my human powers and ability to function. Along with all the dozens of other things that define me and my life. Autism is one thing. Cerebral palsy is another. So is fibromyalgia. Epilepsy. ADHD.
So is being a woman. A pagan. Jewish. Mediterranean. Eastern European with Asian ancestry. Bisexual. Short. Curvaceous and slim. Cat owner. Skin care hobby expert. Creative writer. Reader and wearer of urban fantasy, paranormal science fantasy, supernatural slipstream fiction, and speculative poetry. Chocolate lover. Sushi eater. Cheese lover. Loves mushrooms and bacon. Would eat emu and bison every week if easily affordable. Prefers online socializing because being corporeal in front of people is hard, and I would not give up Internet because it facilitates disabled communication, something people don't realize when they demand we live Internet free. Loves brownies and cheesecake and pure maple syrup on crepes.
I am so many things.
Among them is my disability. All of it. And I have my labels that keep me living, medicated, taken care of, connected.
I connect to myself through ways I understand best. I was born disabled, so there it is. There is never any shame in it.
I don't have autism.
I AM autism.
Hey parents: get over your fears and embrace us. We are like your children.
https://chavisory.wordpress.com/2016/01/20/when-it-is-who-we-are/
So is being a woman. A pagan. Jewish. Mediterranean. Eastern European with Asian ancestry. Bisexual. Short. Curvaceous and slim. Cat owner. Skin care hobby expert. Creative writer. Reader and wearer of urban fantasy, paranormal science fantasy, supernatural slipstream fiction, and speculative poetry. Chocolate lover. Sushi eater. Cheese lover. Loves mushrooms and bacon. Would eat emu and bison every week if easily affordable. Prefers online socializing because being corporeal in front of people is hard, and I would not give up Internet because it facilitates disabled communication, something people don't realize when they demand we live Internet free. Loves brownies and cheesecake and pure maple syrup on crepes.
I am so many things.
Among them is my disability. All of it. And I have my labels that keep me living, medicated, taken care of, connected.
I connect to myself through ways I understand best. I was born disabled, so there it is. There is never any shame in it.
I don't have autism.
I AM autism.
Hey parents: get over your fears and embrace us. We are like your children.
https://chavisory.wordpress.com/2016/01/20/when-it-is-who-we-are/