In my house we don’t use labels. I am just Henry. Just like my sister is just Olivia. Just like my other sister is just Lily.
I could have many labels. To many people, I do.
I have a tshirt that says “Label Jars Not People”. That says it well .
I choose to identify as autistic. I choose to use this because of community. Not to tell you what I am or what I am not.
I am proud to be an autistic advocate standing up for inclusion. I think all people have the same rights. Labels should not be for separation. People are more than a word. People are complex.
I am not defined by any label. I am just me. I have other disability labels I don’t use. That may change. It is my choice.
I am an advocate. A student. A communicator. A friend. A Nascar fan. A son. An activist. A brother. A teenager. A typer. A baseball player. A traveller.
I am ordinary. I am extraordinary.
I am complex.
I am a person .
You are one more thing, you are wonderful.
You are unique. You are special.
It’s great to personalize oneself.
When I first met your mom, she was advocating on your behalf. Now you are advocating for yourself, loud and clear, and you are an amazing role model.
I love this Henry. I read it over and over. You remind me that we are in the midst of a very exciting time. Kids with strong voices like you let me know that the future is bright.
Love this H!
Every day, every time, I read Henry’s words, see his picture, or just think about him, Henry brings me joy.
“I am ordinary. I am extraordinary.
I am complex.
I am a person.”
Another awesome member of our awesome community – Henry Miles.