The Hidden Rules of Christmas
by Judy Endow Christmas will soon be here again.
by Judy Endow Christmas will soon be here again.
Ollibean Holiday Giveaway "The Real Experts" The Real Experts : Readings
I've recently read an article about how some researches are
I've written about this before: parents of Autistic children sharing
The visual sensory aspects of the way autism plays out
My autistic neurology means that I am not good at
I am an autistic woman. Most of my life people
Will Chuck Forget? Chuck is terrified to go to
Each individual who has an autism spectrum diagnosis got that
I have written about how I had to unlearn ableism.
I recently moved. It involved working with a realtor, a
When I shared my post "Celebrating My Life" one commenter
Celebrating My Life Amy Sequenzia won't stop celebrating her autistic,
I don’t want Autism Awareness. Actually, I fear Autism Awareness because it only makes the world fear, hate and ignore us, one blue light, one puzzle piece at a time.
I recently presented to a room full of people on
Autism Speaks asked us to tell how our lives have been touched by the organization’s “advocacy”. Autism Speaks should have known better. The party belongs to Autistics now.
The Real Problem with Special Needs We love this
As an autistic, I know first hand how my communication
Because of my autism I have an autistic thinking style.
I started painting with acrylics in 2012. I wanted to
For most of my life airports have befuddled me. It
So many ideas in the larger autism community often become
Dillan Barmache, a 14 year old autistic student, delivers his powerful 8th grade commencement speech using his iPad and brings the crowd to their feet.
I am an almost 60-year-old autistic woman who can navigate
There is a saying, “love makes the world go round,”
This poem is for my young friends: Evie, Ty, Max, Fallon, Mu, Jack, Emma, H., Philip, Oliver, Brooke, Henry, Miri, Cody, MissG, MasterL, and many others I cannot name here but I know are going to grow up to change the conversation. You make me very happy!
Sesame Street knew nobody was missing, or lacking, anything. I was perfect! Everyone is perfect! But in real life, as I grew older, doctors and teachers convinced everyone that I was too broken to be worthy of any effort toward education and a future. Nobody saw me the way I was seen by my friends at Sesame Street.
Today is “Stop Combating Me” flashblog. We are not the enemy but the way legislation is written puts us in real danger.
Being disabled and in hospitals is always scary because our lives is not valued as the lives of non-disabled. I was, in a way, lucky but the policies still need a lot of improvement.
Love Not Fear. Henry Frost on Autism Acceptance Two
Words are used in many ways Sometimes they are my
I was taught to say, “Thank you for being my