Tag: autism
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Yesterday I left an Autism community because of gatekeeping. I was already on the verge of leaving anyway: I hadn’t made any posts, and the posts and comments seemed consistently toxic and unfocused. But the “Yeah, no, bye” moment was when someone posted about self-diagnosis and they got dogpiled about how invalid that is. Once…
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I was blathering to the spouse about inappropriate 80s song lyrics, and I mentioned Oingo Boingo’s “Liittle Girls” as one example of many songs (going back at least as far as The Beatles’s “I Saw Her Standing There”). And while songs like The Knack’s “My Sharona”, Motley Crue’s “All In the Name Of…”, and Ted…
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Today I’m reflecting on: Spencer Reid showed up very briefly on Criminal Minds, and it was an Autistic sucker punch for me. (This post is overt-spoiler-free, but there’s a fairly strong hint.) TV shows only show a slice of the life of the characters. Usually when characters disappear from a show, unless they’re killed or…
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1. One visit to Pine Knob after a week in Toronto provided a stark contrast in accessibility between the two countries. The only “sight-seeing” place we went in Toronto that felt hostile to people with disabilities was Casa Loma, and even it has a page about its accessibility access. Ripley’s Aquarium had two sensory tents,…
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Jessamyn sat on a bench in the middle of the city park, legs crossed into applesauce. She opened her eyes slowly, blinking into the sunlight. Some gray clouds had moved in across the horizon; it would rain soon, but the sun would hold out for a little longer. The Now that she had been inhabiting…
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Ravyn pulled the sheet of paper out of the typewriter’s mechanism and set it, upside down, on the pile of finished sheets. They picked up the stack and tapped the edge on the table to straighten it. Fifty-two pages. Too short to be a novel, too long to be a short story, but enough to…
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jlite: Hi. It’s been a while. vladtheimpala: Oh, hey! Long time no chat. How are things going? jlite: It’s fine. Everything’s fine. I guess. How are you? vladtheimpala: Same old same old, nothing to report. What’s going on? jlite: Nothing. I just wanted to apologize. I know it might be a late, but still, I…
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3:04. I know what time it was because I instinctively looked at the clock on Letitia’s dresser moments after I opened her bedroom door and noticed she wasn’t there. The window was open, and while the rest of her stuffed animals were lined up on the edge of the bed, in size order, Theodore Bear…
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Ravyn stared at the white paper which was pressed against the platen roller by the bail bar. They’d gotten a manual typewriter because it felt like the way to be least distracted when writing, but even still, the white paper continued to stare back at them. On the computer, every key press could instantly be…
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“Hey, what do you have there?” Aunt Dahlia sat down at the table next to Vanessa, who had drawn a picture of some flowers and was in the process of coloring the sky a light purple. Vanessa’s my daughter, by the way. She’s eight, and she had been sitting quietly on a table out of…