But that does not mean I should refrain from all public stimming either. We have protests to stage, driven by the fuel of our righteous anger. Mention of sexual violence. Similarly, I choose to hand-flap and rock in some public spaces, in front of neurotypical and other allistic people not because I am oblivious to the implications of it, but because I am keenly aware of the implications in a neurotypical-dominant society, and I choose to defy them.
Here are a few selections: I have a specific posture with my feet and my legs that is most comfortable for me, which results in leveraging my feet against part of my shoes to create a sensation of pressure, while one or both of my knees or ankles is also pressed against the leg of a table or desk for more pressure.
Other times, it makes much more sense to kick and scream.
Small white text says Autistic Hoya. If our primary audience is neurotypical, we must remember that stimming does not signify in the majority neurotypical culture what stimming signifies in the Autistic sub-culture.
Recognizing being autistic as who we are identity and how we exist in the world experience, including negative, painful, and unwanted experiences are not mutually exclusive or contradictory.
And on the other end, there will be a sense that the person is shut off, overly rational, or excessively vigilant about details.
Being neurodivergent in public, ever, is putting oneself at risk. I did not start to do so until I was well into college, and by then it was always a conscious, deliberate choice.
I would strongly prefer that they be off.
For example, public schooling can offer individual counseling and assistance, and many universities have built in resources and made adjustments for students on the autism spectrum. I know who and what I am, what I am capable of achieving, and what and how I am worth y. Individual people to the extent they are capable of doing so may need to reply on respectability politics simply to survive — to survive school, to survive the terrifying experience of involuntary commitment, to survive a potentially deadly police encounter, to survive in the capitalist society we live in that assigns value and worth based on productivity and labor.
The reality is that being an autistic person sometimes hurts and sucks, and would probably still hurt and suck at least sometimes even if the rest of the world were actually maximally accommodating and understanding and accessible and universally designed though it would certainly be a lot less often, and possibly less severe.
Whether diagnosed or undiagnosed, it often means a life of struggle during social interactions, work, and in family or romantic relationships. Taking our shoes off and raising our fists up.
Personal Narratives of Disability. I respect and affirm that. I still have people ask me where my parents are. Later, he blamed me for all of the absences — stating in writing that I was absent each of those times — and penalized me for them.
I need my shoes off. Visibility is not a worthy goal in and of itself. Anger is a necessary rhetorical and strategic tool. There may be a sensed coldness or lack of connection between loved ones. Of course, some strong boundaries are good and healthy and necessary, and often hard to set and enforce because we have been traumatized by so many violations over many lifetimes, individually and collectively.
Sonya Freeman Loftis also an autistic advocatewhich, among other faulty arguments, cites a blog post of mine to support a point I strongly reject and oppose. Accepting — conceding, surrendering, submitting to — that will only erode our movement until it crumbles entirely.
Believe me, I understand the need for day to day survival.
My ability to mask or pass has minimal effect. But no amount of degrees or professional credentials will ever unmake me as a neurodivergent, disabled, queer, nonbinary trans, East Asian weirdo.
Few, if any of us, would contest that. Are we always sending the right message, via the right medium, to the right audience?
The fact that a person can cope fairly well most of the time can betray the severity of the disability. Depathologizing autism — or any disability — is not about stripping lived realities from our understanding of that disability, or denying the full breadth and depth of narratives of those with lived experience, or refusing to engage with rhetoric of pain, suffering, treatment, or cure.
Several years ago, when I was working in an office environment for the first time, one of my supervisors noticed that I was sitting at my desk with my shoes off, and she pulled me aside to tell me that that was generally unacceptable and unprofessional to do in the office.
The facts that I did my damndest to fulfill my duties and go above and beyondknew how to dress court-appropriately, and wrote excellent professional and legal work did not matter.After a cursory investigation into the symptoms of Asperger Syndrome, the mind tends to reel back to people we’ve known, characters from popular fiction, family members or even life partners, with the thought, “I wonder ”.
Thoughts on disability justice, neurodiversity, intersectional activism from Lydia Brown, queer, autistic, east asian activist, writer, public speaker.Download