Righteous Struggle: A Fight with my Parents

In several days, I will be visiting my childhood home to see my parents and family. It is already getting on my nerves. Just one stalemate conversation with my mother has left my thoughts scattered but none the less with purpose. I have thought that a series of essays would be a productive place and this is the boldface catalyst for my collection of thoughts.

I’m retarded. I have tourettes but you won’t find me swearing at full volume in a grocery store. You also won’t find me laughing at such  Our first essay is going to be about retarded people like me and admittedly worse off. Autism is not a disease. It does not have a cause like smoking and sudden infant death or uranium birth defects. Autism is a characteristic not unlike physical restraints like being near-sighted. It happens and it is hard to know but sometimes the corrections give it away.

There is still a lot of research being done into the subject but the if there is one theme that goes with autistic births is intelligence. Steve Silberman noticed as much in his interviews with top CEOs and engineers in silicon valley in his article The Geek Syndrome and went further with his book Neurotribes. It is not new and it is likely a result of our growing and diversifying collective intelligence.

Like many trends in society, spotting autism increased when people learned what to spot. This makes correlation very easy as we learned how to spot a lot of things from air particles, water pollution, vaccine improvements and pool filters. Correlation is not causation which is pretty easy to see, if you do a casual search of those words.

People with autism are people. Not half people, not dumb people, not disabled people. They are people. People who can excel and have happy lives if it wasn’t for ignorance getting in their way. What do you do when your child is near sighted? You get them glasses. What should be done with an autistic child is they are given their glasses but that is really hard to figure out because you have to pay attention but that is a thing that a lot of parents have to do, anyway. So, keep your kind alive and let them learn in whatever way they take to because you don’t have to figure it out, just get them old enough that they can try to figure it out for themselves.

We, as a culture, are getting better at accepting outliers. Information is easily available as well as connection to community who are a little pissed their parents wished they had a normal child. Which, sense we are at the end of this, if you have an autistic child and want a normal one, just have another baby. My parents got three out of four, when I see her I’m going to rub it in her smushed normie face. As far as I’m concerned, the difference between a normal child and an autistic child is having an autistic child makes the parents figure out that it isn’t all about them, faster. That’s my message. A parent may have created another life but that life owes nothing to the parent. Ignoring the needs of the child makes a bad parent and there have been hundreds of years of bad parents. Child abuse and valuing children, every child, is a new idea. It isn’t anyone’s fault that resources for raising a child with special needs have not existed for long.

It is parents fault for being behind the time. A parent is bad if they don’t take the time to educate themselves about the resources available to them and to take the time to find a path in life for their child to excel. It is an awful thing to fear raising an autistic child or to wish to get rid of your autistic child. The past allowed this kind of ignorance but we cannot allow the poisonous thoughts to get in the way of progress.

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