The Lucky Country says…


Australia, the lucky country, as it is known. The place of the fair go. Maybe that’s what it used to be like but it sure as hell isn’t anymore. It’s become a place of pain, a place of discrimination, a place of kicking people in the guts when they’re already down for the count.

Growing up I was always proudly Australian, I would go and watch my beloved Aussies in varied sporting pursuits. I would cheer loudly as we punched above our weight in international competition. I was proud that we were an accepting and accommodating place for people down on their luck, for people escaping from traumatic experiences. But I can’t be like that anymore. This place has changed. Hopefully not for good, but currently it has.

In a sense I shouldn’t complain too much, you know, I live in one of the best social democracies there are in the world. We have pretty much universal health care, we have safety nets for those who can’t find work and so forth. On the surface, this is all very good. It places this nation in the desirable market, I suppose.

But. Heaven help you if you actually need that safety net and need to survive. Because you’re basically fucked if you do.

Our nation has shifted further and further right on a lot of issues in the past few decades. It is devastating to witness. People fleeing torture are demonised. The unemployed and the disabled used as tools of a right wing media. Our previous national Treasurer labelled us leaners not lifters, along with this, he argued that a petrol tax was irrelevant to us, because, you know, the poor don’t have cars.

It shouldn’t be this way. But it is this way. I find myself stuck in a whole that is only partly of my making. It’s a hole I can’t seem to emerge from. I can’t find a ladder, I can’t find a friendly helping hand, I can’t find even some makeshift foot and hand holds to scramble up and out.

You see I don’t qualify for a disability pension. Because my recognised disability Autism is not considered disabling enough to qualify. The alternative is to be on a benefit called Newstart. The name in itself is an insult. On this benefit Newstart one is expected to house, feed, clothe and care for oneself on about $350 a week. It is essentially impossible. It is by design a system that doesn’t pay enough to survive on because the government don’t want you to survive on it, they want you to get a job.

Great idea that, get a job, right, when already there is something like 7 unemployed people for every vacancy. So it’s not just that simple. Of course throw in to the mix that as an Austistic person you are asking for some accomodations to be made in order for you to perform the best you can for the employer.

Generally you won’t even get a look in.

It just appears that this so-called lucky country has turned a corner, a corner that says basically fuck you, you can go on the trash heap.

But this is a serious issue. Autistic people are not rare, there are lots of us. The very small rate of 35% of us have employment, that’s any employment, not full time employment just any employment.

If I try to take a hard look at myself and work it out, I am utterly flumoxed. I should be quite employable.

I’m:

  • Articulate
  • Literate
  • Educated (2 Bachelor Degrees and an IT Diploma)
  • Numerate

These things should add up to employable. But alas no, it’s not for want of trying.

Oh I’ve had jobs over the years, I’ve had a wide range of them, I’ve even been damn good at them to. I’ve operated switchboards, I’ve linemarked roads, I’ve been a surveyors assistant, I’ve been a labourer, a Primary School teacher, an office manager, a warehouse worker and a production supervisor. And most of them I’ve done pretty well.

But, here’s the thing, they always turn to shit. And they don’t turn to shit because I can’t do the job either. They turn to shit for some social reason, for some sensory reason, for something to do with executive function.

The longest single position I ever held was just over 2 years. I was very successful in my position. I worked bloody hard, bloody long hours and poured my heart and my soul into doing a good job.

What happened, autism happened. And that is not to say it’s Autism’s fault or even bad, it’s to say that the lack of understanding of what was going on by employer, and even myself at the time was what happened. If I had been able to recognise that I was in some kind of shutdown/meltdown situation, if I have been able to disclose to my employer my diagnosis, and if they had been accomodating, then perhaps it wouldn’t have ended as it did.

That particular job was my last real position, it was the last fulltime job I held. I was terminated from that position in late February 2013. As I write this it’s mid-March 2017, and currently I have zero prospects of anything turning up.

It’s not like I will only take a high paying position, or want to start at the top either. I have applied for supermarket checkout positions, customer service, pretty much anything really. And I’m capable, but no nothing doing.

As well I’ve tried to improve myself with courses, I completed a website development course. I can confidently build you a website or webapplication using a range of web technologies, but no dice there either.

I’ve got to the point, where, as I have become true to myself and come out as the transgender woman who I am, that the culmination of all this employment stuff, now intersects with the reality that I have also lost my marriage and have ended up living alone, in a two room bungalow/granny flat. I don’t even have a kitchenette.

All of this culminates in me negotiating my gender transition fighting like tooth and nail against discrimination that goes with that coupled with a declining mental health. I have been put under the care of a psychiatrist for the first time in 2o years, not that that is a bad thing in itself, but is a sign that I am simply not coping very well. My depression and anxiety are at levels worse than I ever recall them being.

Each morning along with my gender therapy meds I add-on pills to help me function through the day without spiralling into a severe anxiety or depressive state of non-functioning, and then in the evening a regime of pills to combat the severe insomnia.

But in the eyes of my goverment, I’m a leaner not a lifter. I’m a blight on the welfare state bleeding the government coffers dry. And in this state I am I am required to have applied for at 10 jobs a fortnight and attend various meetings with job service providers. Those providers are paid by the goverment to supposedly support me to find employment.

An meeting at a provider goes pretty much like: arrive and get ticked off, be asked if you’ve looked for work, told to keep looking, a piece of paper printed off and a handshake and a good bye and good luck. For this service these providers are paid by government.

At times I’ve asked if there is more they can do to assist. Oh if you were considered less employable, but you have degrees, you’re considered highly employable.

And so it goes.

Just this last couple of weeks my depression and anxiety levels have prompted my doctor to provide a doctors certificate to exempt me from these requirements. After submission of such I recieve a letter saying I need to have an interview about my job search plan.

It seems in the world of The Lucky Country, it doesn’t matter anymore if you need a helping hand. The only thing you’ll get from this lucky country now is great big Fuck You!

I embrace a person-centered approach to all Autism issues.

This is part 9 of an 11 part series read part 1 here

A person-centred approach to all autism issues. At first reading, it can be easy to wonder what on earth does that mean. For me, it encompasses a lot. It means taking everything you are faced with in the realm of autism and autistic people and drilling it all down to what it means, how it impacts and affects and of course how can I support and assist this person right in front of me.

In the realm of disabilities, autism and neurodiversity myths and stereotypes abound. A person-first approach breaks this down and drills down to the person at hand. The person in front of me. It makes me ask what is life like for this person, what does it mean for this person to be disabled, what supports for this person would be helpful.

So many services and supports are not person-centred.

Incidence after incidence shows that autism services and supports are not, in fact, person-centred at all but represent stereotypes and myths about what supports and accommodations etc that are needed by an autistic person. As an example, consider the fact that ABA is often the only funded treatment available for autistic kids.

A parent takes their child for assessment and receives a diagnosis. The next step for them is to receive an information blast that is built around a stereotype of what autistic kids need. Pamphlets about ABA, Social-Skills groups, Speech Therapy etc. A person-centred approach, I believe would take a different tack. It would move to finding out as much as possible about the individual person in front of them and dispel with the barrage of unnecessary information that is not relevant to that individual.

There is of course absolutely nothing wrong with the provision of information, it is a needed and important part of assisting parents and autistic individual. However, a person-centred approach will ensure that information is targeted and appropriate for them.

Functioning Labels and person-first language…

Oftentimes professionals within the disabilities and helping sectors will insist on the use of person-first language — ie person with autism or person has autism. This is in fact counter to a person-centred approach. The theory here is that a person is not defined by their disability and one needs to see the person first. Well, that all sounds like a good thing. It even seems like it is a person-centred approach. But the reality is something different!

If saying a person with xxx is required to see the person first, then you are not seeing the person at all you are seeing the disability.

I feel that using identity first language is far more likely to consider a person centred approach. I believe this to be the case as even though one identifies with a label such as Autistic or Aspie they are essentially saying here I am, get to know me. I’m autistic let’s get past that and get on with it.

Functioning labels such as High Functioning, Low Functioning, severe, mild, classic non-verbal etc are a real hindrance to a person-centred approach to autism issues. A huge issue in this is that they compound the view that there is this linear spectrum and each autistic person sits in a defined and marked out spot along that linear progression. This is utterly false.

A second and equally important issue is that the use of such labels conjure up an assumption of what that person will be able to do well, what they will struggle with, what therapies they will need and how best to assist them. This is the antithesis of a person-centred approach and fundamentally fails to consider the autistic person in front of them as an individual and unique person.

In the end, every autistic person is absolutely unique. Each of us will have different strengths, different challenges and different support needs. What a person-centred approach to this will do is look at the unique person, consider their life circumstances and develop the best way to assist that unique individual to achieve the very best life outcomes possible.

A person-centred approach to autism issues allows an autistic person to be and to be seen as the unique, wonderful and individual that they are.

It allows me to say “Hi there, I’m Richard and I’m autistic, no further labels needed.”

I embrace a person-centred approach to all autism issues!

I embrace my Autism as a very significant part of my identity.

I embrace my Autism as a very significant part of my identity.

This is part 3 of an 11 part series read part 1 here

You what?

I embrace my autism as very significant part of my identity.

I suppose this means I acknowledge that it really is an integral part of me, so intertwined into my very being that it permeates across everything I do, everything I think, everything I feel.

It builds upon the issues raised in the previous post about Identity First language. Building on this to display that this whole identity first thing is a real thing, that it’s not just a preference, it’s a reality experienced in a tangible way.

To not embrace it would be an act of denial.

To not embrace it would be an act of self-loathing!

I’ve done enough self-loathing in my life to willingly move beyond that and to accept myself for who and what I am. An autistic human person.

Just Imagine

Imagine pretending one wasn’t really left-handed when they were. Thinking about handedness can be a good demonstration. I am left-handed, to pretend otherwise and to not embrace this reality would be an act of self-denial. The reality is that everytime I go to pick up a pen or pencil and write it is a natural function to do so in the left hand. If a ball was to come towards me my reflex response will be to block or catch it with my left hand.

Clearly, I don’t have left-handedness or I am not with left-handedness. I am left-handed. Similar examples can be drawn from thinking about LGBTIQ people. How offensive would it be to refer to them as people with gayness?

Just as handedness is a significant part of my identity, just as sexual orientation is an integral part of identity so too is neurology.

Suspension of disbelief is a term applied often when reading fiction or watching a movie or a play. It is an appropriate term for allowing oneself to suspend your rational thought and knowledge of how the world works, what is possible and not possible in order to participate fully in the experience of the movie or story.

When it comes to neurology we can’t simply suspend our neurology for a bit. I can’t suspend my autism, just as my ADHD friends can’t simply suspend their ADHD. It’s just not possible. This is not a movie or a book. This is life. And life should be lived with integrity to one’s self.

It’s Inseparable

Embracing 3d characters. Isolated on white background

I guess it comes down to this:

When I go into a social setting I go into it as an autistic human.

The moment I experience sound I do it as an autistic human.

When I write some text I do it as an autistic human.

I simply can not do them as anything else.

It makes no difference how much I try, how much therapy I have, how many strategies and skills I learn. It will not change the reality that I am autistic and therefore should embrace that reality and be true to myself.

There really are many situations in life where as an autistic I have to choose whether or not I should attempt to pass as “normal”. Sometimes this is the right thing to do, mostly it isn’t but sometimes it is. And when it is, it matters not how succesfully I pull it off, it changes nothing. I am still autistic, I will remain autistic.

The truth is that when I pretend or pass I can do this with reasonable success, but, the cost to myself is high. It is utterly exhausting. An act of passing for a few hours often requires more than a full day of recovery from the sheer exhaustion it results in.

I embrace my autism because it is a significant part of me. To do anything less would be a crime against myself.

I am Autistic. [or] I support those who are Autistic.

I am Autistic. [or] I support those who are Autistic.

This is part 2 of an 11 part series read part 1 here

This is the first of the ten statements of Autistic Union. It seems on the surface pretty simple, in some respects it is simple, just the first statement in a list of statements to get things moving. Really, though, there is more nuance than that. It’s not just a statement of fact, though it certainly is that, but it’s also a statement of identity and in some respects of activism.

I am — a statement of being, in the moment, in the present, past and future.

Autistic — a clarifier of what that I am is.

Right from the beginning this list of ten points quickly asserts camaraderie and being. Flying in the face of disorder, disease and pathology.

Here, clearly stated is Identity First language. Flying in the face of the dehumanising language of the Person First brigade. The issue of Identity first language is an important one, I have written about it here and here, among other places. Without going too deeply into it, essentially it is a matter of being, not having. A matter of neurological identity and not pathological disorder or disease.

Essentially I am autistic, I do not have autism, I am not a person with autism. It is integral to my personhood, my whole being who I am. I don’t carry it around in a bag, I don’t put it on when I get out of bed, I have always been and always will be autistic, I didn’t catch it, nothing caused it and it can’t, won’t and does not need to be cured.

When a person says a person with autism or has autism there is an implicit sense it is something outside of themselves that afflicts them, rather than an inherent and integral part of their being, their neurology, the essence of every thought and action they partake.

Applying the Âû to my name, I confidently, proudly and purposefully proclaim that statement of identity. In my view, if one is unable to do so they have no business as an autistic person applying that Âû to their name.

Or…

This first statement also has that little or in it. There is contention by some that it shouldn’t be there. That this whole Âû thing should be just for autistic people only. I’ve thought a little about this, not incredibly deeply, but a little, and I have come to the view that I believe it to be a good thing that the or is there.

True allies to autistics are unfortunately few and far between, and why shouldn’t those true allies wear that Âû in solidarity. It’s a bit like wearing a flag pin to declare your national allegiance and your solidarity with that system. Who am I to declare that a person, though not autistic, who is passionately supportive of the ten points of Autistic Union and stand in solidarity with the autistics they know and love can’t wear an icon of allegiance?

And so whilst I am unable to really know what it is like as a non-autistic to support an autistic, I am incredibly grateful that those that are true allies exist and stand with me and all autistics., indeed the autistic world is richer for them, just as the allistic world is richer for us.

If you are an allistic person can subscribe to these points, then I support your choice to wear or not wear the Âû.

I wear mine with pride. I wear it joyously and consciously, it reminds me constantly of my solidarity and connection with my tribe.

The reasons to be Âûtistic Union

A journey for sure…

I proudly wear a Âû as a part of my name, to get to that point has been a journey for sure. Less than two decades ago all I really knew of autism was a vague idea about locked away children and Rain Man. I was truly ignorant about the reality of autism, even though I am in fact autistic.

That journey led me to the discovery of Aspergers Syndrome and how it is autism, the discovery that one of my children is autistic.

I discovered Tony Attwood, I did some reading and a few years later discovered that my youngest child was also autistic.

Of course, my own mind was wondering, my own thinking was all over the place. It was assisted in a way by subtle or not so subtle hints from my partner, that funnily enough I mostly missed.

But there was this concept going on inside of me, that there was a lot of the ways my kids were identified as autistic that applied to me.

Different Not Less

Throughout this time I learned that autism was just the way one was, that it really was a neurological thing, not an affliction but a different way of being wired. I can’t express my greatly enough how thankful I am for this understanding to my wonderful life partner Andrea. At this point in my journey, I could easily have wandered down a curebie road. But thanks to Andrea, that was never an option.

I recall one day, vividly, standing in a room at home, and saying to Andrea, I think maybe, I could be, perhaps, what do you think, that maybe, I might be, a bit autistic. I had spoken the words I had been thinking. The words that had been so hard to get out of my mouth, that every time I had tried they refused to be formed, I could see them on the screen of my mind but not get them out. But now, out they were.

The response was loving and caring, essentially summed up the message was like well duh. Of course, what do you think I have been hinting at all these years…

Fast forward through a process of jumping online and finding online tests, as many as I could find, completed a number of times each. All saying likely autistic, aspie etc.

Procrastination for some time…

Finally finding someone, I hadn’t really felt comfortable with the self-diagnosis identifying thing, though I totally support any who are.

Autistic you are…

Assessment and diagnosis happened. I am autistic. I have the “official” diagnosis.

For me what followed was a genuine sense of loss. It was unexpected and difficult to negotiate for me. I think this was because as far as acceptance went I had already done that in regard to my children, but, somehow it was now personal and I did have to work that through myself.

I could firmly assert that autism was neurological divergence, different not less. But somehow I was having difficulty appropriating that for myself.

I went through some months of heightened depression and lack of self-worth and feeling I was wrong. I went through some times of feeling guilty for bringing this on my family and others. It was a somewhat dark and difficult time, and so, I get it when parents talk about a grieving period.

As time went on, I guess the reality of all the things that made sense started to click into place, the clarity of how I was right all along, that I really was different. That I wasn’t crazy all this time, that I really was different, and there wasn’t something wrong with me, but there was, in fact, a reason why all the social norms were so hard to get and how I would become so overwhelmed in situations for some unknown reason, turned out to be sensory impacts.

I moved to acceptance. I joined some groups on facebook, I connected with others like me. I started to see people with this Âû after their name. Then more people, and I started to wonder what on earth it was.

What’s this Âû business

I discovered it was an autistic identifier. I was directed to Autistic Union’s page. I found this:

What does the Âû after my name mean?
1. I am Autistic. [or] I support those who are Autistic.
2. I embrace my Autism as a very significant part of my identity.
3. I embrace those who would sacrifice to protect all Autistic life.
4. I embrace the belief that Autism does not need any “curing”.
5. I embrace the self-advocacy goal of “Everything about us, with us”.
6. I embrace the definition of Autism as a neuro-social difference.
7. I embrace measures directed at protecting Autistics from attack.
8. I embrace a person-centered approach to all Autism issues.
9. I embrace rigorous scientific approaches to co-occurring conditions.
10. I embrace Autistics leading their own welfare organisations.

I could embrace all of these things. I could hold onto every one of them. I suppose I was looking for community, for identity, and of course connection. I added the Âû to my name and I have not regretted it.

The idea of being a part of a union of others is a powerful thing. The idea of a union of autistics standing for acceptance, inclusion, celebration and empowerment is inspiring. I am proud to be able to be a part of it.

The above 10 points are clear. They are for autistic acceptance and the embracing of the neurodiversity paradigm. For the full participation in life of autistic people.

Over the next posts, I am going to write about what they mean to me, and how they are important and how they have an outworking in my day to day life. How it is that I continue to embrace them and continue to wear the Âû with pride.

5 Things Autistics Activists have to keep addressing but shouldn’t have to

Common themes abound on the internet. Social media threads abound with multiple stories on the same topic. Media outlets duplicate the same stories with tweaks and changes. The screen media news each night runs the same sort of stories over and again.

As an autistic blogger, when I look back on the topics I have written on there are a bunch of themes that repeat themselves. It seems again and again these issues gain currency in the autistic and wider autism communities.

The thing is, these topics shouldn’t really need to be harped on, repeated, rehashed and re-emphasised again and again. They are just basic things that are well established and should be just a given. If they were we would be able to move on to far more pertinent issues like focusing on real accommodations for autistic across the lifespan, strategies to support autistics to achieve their hopes and dreams rather than minimise those hopes and dreams. Perhaps there could be a focus on the absolute lack of support services and advocacy for autistic adults, the blocks and barriers to adults accessing diagnostic services at reasonable cost. Dare I say, we could even try to work on the lack of workplace participation for autistic persons, that is at severely low rates even within the disabled communities at large.

I long for the day when scrolling through social media feeds, autistic groups etc will not mean I am flooded with posts needing to call for Acceptance, the importance of language, the debunking of the vaccine causes autism myth, the need to highlight that autism is difference not disease and explanations of the spectrum as more complex than a line from severe to mild.

Let’s get to it.

Acceptance …

With the major autism groups worldwide promoting autism awareness, especially through April each year, it remains a thing that acceptance needs to be portrayed as a counterpoint to this message.

There has been some positive moves here with the United Nations this year focusing on neurodiversity. This is a step in the right direction. Yet still the need to counterpoint remains. April 2 is still called world autism awareness day. This in itself is an issue.

Myriad of parent groups continue to declare they are “raising awareness” in their Facebook groups, with their t-shirts, with their blue lightbulbs and puzzle pieces. The false message of awareness is insidious and is counterproductive to real acceptance.

Within society awareness is overall a negative. When we are called to being aware, or to raise awareness it is most commonly associated with something negative. This is an antitheses to acceptance.

Road signs tell us to be aware of danger.

Our sources of news call us to be aware of criminals, predators etc.

We learn to be aware of danger and hazard. We don’t want to accept these things, and rightly so. Overall the message of awareness is about something that is to be eradicated or mitigated not something to be accepted.

One argument often cited is that we must be aware before we can accept. The problem is that the whole focus of awareness is about not being subjected to that thing. It’s a false argument. One does not need to be aware that a person happens to be LGBTIQ to accept that person. One accepts a person because they are human.

Autism acceptance is about that. Accepting a person as a human person. The fact that they are autistic is just a part of who they are, it is not something to be aware of. It is something that within an attitude of acceptance, learning who that person is, and how they exist and function in the world can take place. But awareness is not a pre-requisite of that.

Language….

The issue of language comes up again and again. The most common factor in this realm is the question of Identity-first or Person-first language.

Identity-First language simply is embracing the integral aspect of being autistic. It is acknowledging how intertwined that is to oneself and in a sense, celebrating that one’s brain is wired that way. It is characterised in a person referring to themselves and others as autistic and not person with autism.

Person-First language on the other hand simply refers to the person as a person with autism rather than as an autistic person. This is common place within the disability realm, it is how we refer to people with illnesses such a person with cancer.

Person first language is rooted in an ideal that the person be seen before the disease, disability, diagnoses etc. However the reality is, if one needs to refer to a person with (insert issue here) then one is not really seeing the person first after all.

In relation to autism, the majority of autistic people reject person-first language and prefer Identity first language. This then should be a moot point. But it’s not, as an autistic person I find myself regularly corrected by people demanding I refer to myself as a person with autism.

Therapists, support workers, clinicians, doctors and authors regularly use Person-First language. Often in the face of requests by the autistic individuals to which they refer not to do so.

As an autistic I know that autism is hard-wired into who I am. Therefore I am an autistic person, just as I am left-handed and not a person with left-handedness. I am a parent not a person with parentness.

Vaccines…

The very fact that this topic continues to need to be addressed is an indictment on our society. Few things have been more well established than the fact that vaccines to not cause autism.

Unfortunately, celebrities and politicians continue to further this myth. Films are produced that are high on myth, innuendo and conspiracy but low on fact, evidence and actual verifiable data that continue to push this narrative along.

It’s a simple fact, autism is not caused by vaccines. There is no such thing as autism by vaccine injury.

Let’s just move on from this bullshit and talk about support and services instead of bogus causes that prop up the conspiracy theory industry.

Difference not disease…

Different Not Less. It’s really that simple. We autistics are different, we not diseased and we are certainly not less.

When you think about this it is pretty clear. A disease is a thing that we catch, a thing that against our systems, it infects us, it attacks us, it attempts to diminish us.

Autism is non of these things. It is a neurological difference. A difference in the way the brain functions.

Not too many years ago homosesuality was considered a disease and even listed as a disorder in the DSM. Few think that way now.

It is my hope that in time few will think of autism in this way too.

Again though this is a thing that we seem to have to keep harping on but shouldn’t have to. It is a thing that we should be moving on to in preference to issues that will impact the lives of autistic people in positive and life affirming ways.

The spectrum is not a linear measuring device…

Ah, the spectrum, it’s almost a catch all phrase. It’s used often to catch all of humanity into a linear concept from mild or almost non-existent to severe and debilitating at the other. This is a falsity. It gives rise to such statements as “everybody’s a little bit autistic”.

This is not helpful at all to those that are in fact autistic.

The term spectrum came into play in an update on the DSM, it was employed to broaden the understanding of autism. Prior to this many who are autistic were unable to be diagnosed due to the strict criteria. The idea of the spectrum allowed diagnosticians to see a range of behaviours within the critieria. Initially the term continuum was floated.

The thing is though this spectrum is not and never was intended to place an autistic person in a static position on an imaginary line.

There are no ends of the spectrum. There are infinite possibilities and those possibilities change given the circumstances involved. In one day on one occassion I as an autistic may function very well and another not so well, yet in another situation that may be reversed. Indeed, that same situation on a different occassion could very result in me functioning very poorly.

Just like all human persons, we all function differently in different situations at different times.

The problem with spectrum as I see it is that the idea of a linear line is a tool that attempts to place an autistic person in a box. By placing that person in that box, a set of preconceived notions of what may or may not be needed to support them is applied to them.

Far better would be, in my view, to acknowledge that a person is autistic and then spend the time and resources to get to know that person well enough to establish helpful and appropriate strategies to support them.

A final word…

I know we will keep speaking on these issues because we will most likely have to. But surely it’s time to move on and focus on the issues that will actually help and assist actually autistic people to thrive in the world.

Perhaps it’s time to move on from arguing about issues that are not actually about autistic living and thriving and about making parents and professionals feel better about their autistic family members and clients.

But in the meantime, we will I guess, continue to talk about these things, as they are imperative in shifting the narrative of autism as a negative to autism as just a different way of being human.

#Black Lives Matter

Black Lives Matter

I’m not sure where it started, but the #blacklivesmatter has grown into a force in its own right. And it’s a very important issue to be sure.

I confess my first response when I read that hashtag was to think to myself but surely All Lives Matter. Yes that was my first response, it was simplistic and thankfully I have thought more about this to realise why it is so important that this campaign continues to gain momentum and strength.

I live in Australia, a country that is now very multicultural. A walk down suburban streets will testify to this with the vast array of food from a vast array of cultures. But it has not always been so. I grew up in a very white dominated culture, where to that white dominance was so strong that to question it was an almost alien idea.

It was in fact so strong that it was invisible to anyone within it.

Australia has its own, disgusting shameful history, of violence, discrimination, and genocide of indigenous and immigrant culture. We even had an official racist policy that was known as The White Australia policy.

We have made many gains forward in the years I have been alive, but, we have many more forward gains to make. The racism of this land is still present and bubbling under the surface. We see it bubble up in places at times, sometimes in political realms and sometimes in acts of violence.

In a shameful display of racism masked as patriotism we had a Prime Minister of our country allow refugees to languish on a boat as he used their plight for political gain leading into an election as he declared “We will decide who comes to our country and we will decide the manner in which they come”. In a devastating display of violent racism in 2005 we say The Cronulla Riots. And in the last couple of weeks voters have elected to our parliament a racist woman declaring war on Muslim people.

So yes all lives do matter. All lives are important, valuable and to be treated with dignity, humanity and respect. Sometimes though we need to make a point of declaring that importance to particular sections of humanity. At this time it is important to focus our attention and energy on declaring that yes Black Lives Matter.

White Privilege is real…

Many scoff at the idea of white privilege, as if it is just a political correct statement. But it is real. I as a white person am a beneficiary of it:

I will never experience an instance of wondering if I didn’t get the job because I am white

I may experience situations where as the only white person in a group I am afforded leadership simply due to being white.

These are just two simple examples of how white privilege is real. There are many more, and many will be specific to the different cultural situation they exist in.

Why highlight #BlackLivesMatter now?

It amazes me how quickly my social media feeds became cluttered with people declaring #AllLivesMatter and #BlueLivesMatter after the situation in Texas over the last few days.

Scratching the surface of these showed the white dominance and control very clearly. Quickly espoused were justifications of black deaths. Excuses or reasonings as to why these were deserved.

I ask where was the outcry at the 100’s of black deaths over months and years?

It was missing in action.

Yet, 5 white deaths and sudden outrage.

In a world where 100’s of black human people can be killed by violence and hardly a whimper is heard, but 5 white deaths create a frenzy of outrage, white privilege is clearly at issue.

Yes, we do need to highlight that black lives matter, because western society as a whole seems to be acting as if they don’t matter.

Yes, we need to highlight that black lives matter, because the disparity of life between white and black is so massive it needs to be addressed.

Do black lives matter more than white lives? Of course not.

But here’s the thing.

We already act like white lives matter!

We need to highlight that black lives matter, because society as a whole, are acting as if they don’t!

#BlackLivesMatter.

Misunderstood, misunderstandings, confusions and fallouts

When scrolling support groups, forums and blogs, one does not need to go very far to encounter autistic people being misunderstood, misunderstanding others, confusion and fallout abound. As an autistic I know I encounter it regularly from both sides, being the one misunderstanding and the one being misunderstood. It can be so very confusing, it can have fallout that are damaging and hurtful to all involved.

There are many times where I am responsible for being misunderstood, there are just as many times where I just don’t understand what is being communicated. One way I think I contribute to this is in generalisations and all-encompassing statements. For example applying We and Us to things and co-opting others that may not be a part of a situation or thought or feeling, or, saying things like always, and every time about situations and behaviours of others. These

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kind of statements are big contributors to being misunderstood and creating unnecessary fallout that escalate situations, and cause pain and hurt to others.

One way I have managed to do this is to fail to be clear with my family, especially my beautiful wonderful wife, that when I write of generalisations and NT’s in a general way, I don’t actually mean all NT’s or all Allistic people. I most certainly don’t mean you my wonderful supportive family.

My wife, I believe, could be the archetype of an ally for neurodivergent people. #DifferentNotLess is what she is about in all aspects of life, relationships and behaviour. A supporter of difference and diversity whether it be physical, neurological, sexuality, gender or whatever has always been a pivotal part of how she does life. And yet due to my failures I have caused her pain and hurt through generalisations and all-encompassing terms and statements. It is a failure on my part, a failure for which I am deeply sorry.

I know for me, and I suspect other autistic and neurodivergent folk too, that it is easy to forget that we too must walk a tightrope of fine balance when it comes to our relating to others. To be aware of own differences in communicating as much as we ask others to be. To not be surprised when tone is added to things we say when none was actually there or implied. To be aware that missed non-verbal and implied communication may be the reason we have missed something, or felt offended, hurt or ridiculed at times.

I know that at times I am perceived to be being aggressive or unkind, when in my mind and as far as I am aware I am really only trying to be assertive and factual. It is an obstacle I often stumble over, and far too often fall spectacularly and in that fall manage to create fallout, hurt and pain, not just to myself but to those around me as well.

There is a tension to be considered here, especially when it comes to those we love and relate to regularly. To remember that those people especially have our best interests and well-being at heart.

The tension, I think, is balancing the calling out of ableism, the not standing for gas lighting and able splaining, the not accepting silencing and sidelining with the realisation that I get it wrong and that those that love me are more often than not looking out for me, wanting me to be the best I can be and most importantly loving and caring for me.

It’s easy for me to get this wrong and unfortunately what goes with that is me hurting those I love. I get this wrong far too often.

As an autistic, communication, social contracts, sensory sensitivities and executive function are different and diverse when compared to neurotypical people. I call on and rightly expect that the wider world should make accommodations for these rather than label them as disorder, impairment and lack, however, I too have to be prepared to make the same accommodations for the non autistics I encounter.

To be clear, there is far too little accommodation for autistic and other neurodivergent people

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by neurotypical people generally, however that should not and does not provide reason or excuse for me to fail to do what I ask and expect of others. Just as the golden rule tells us. Do unto others as you would have done unto yourself.

And so, to those that I have unfairly lumped in criticism and generalisations, I am truly sorry for the misunderstandings, the confusion and the fallout.

A Gang of Three…

Three common strategies used to dismiss…

Self-advocates, activists and others who advocate will recognise the signs, it is not that hard to spot these strategies and methods, and it’s very clear what these strategies are really all about. What it is about is simple, that the opinions of the disabled and the neurodivergent are not of the same value as those of the so-called “normal” people.

The sidelining and silencing of advocacy and activism takes many forms, however, the three I want to consider today are Tone Policing, Able-Splaining and Gaslighting. I understand that the sheer utterance of these terms will, in the minds of some, cast me as an SJW — Social Justice Warrior — a title meant to be an insult, and yet, how could being characterised as a person seeking justice, be it social or any other, be an insult. On to the three.

Tone Policing.

For the uninitiated tone policing is a method used to dismiss an argument on the grounds of the tone in which it is employed. It is at heart nothing more than a distraction, a diversion and an avoidance of actually considering the point being expressed. Often it is couched in the ideals of manners, respectability, and niceness. “Why can’t you say it nicely”, “could you say it without the anger”, “you don’t have to be so unkind” are all little examples of it.

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In the end, though, it does nothing other than to dismiss a point of view without considering it. Just as a strawman argument, an ad hominem attack or any other logical fallacy goes, so too does tone policing, it is nothing more than a way of avoiding dealing with a point of view that is uncomfortable or goes against your personal belief system.

Unfortunately, so prevalent is this method of avoidance of uncomfortable thought, that it is a goto method employed by those operating from privilege. Tone policing is seen regularly in the mainstream media, often in op-ed pieces where those agitating for change are dismissed as angry and aggressive. Perhaps most often is it seen in regard to white male privilege in maintaining the status quo of gender equality.

In the neurodiversity circles, I frequent it is couched in terms of nicety. Parents won’t listen if you don’t say it nicely we are told. The absolute hypocrisy of this is that these same parents are quick to dismiss neurodivergent people as damaged, intellectually and socially inferior, in other words, as less. Now in my book labelling, people as such hardly passes as being nice.

The reality, of course, is, that disability advocates are rightfully angry, just as civil rights activists are, just as health advocates are, just as anyone who has been alienated, silenced and othered by the systems and people around them. History is full of change that was sparked by acts of defiance, Rosa Parks staying on the bus, wasn’t an act of nicety, it was an act of defiance, and I am pretty darn sure, she was damn angry.

In my own country, the indigenous peoples didn’t manage to gain the few rights they have be being nice, they did it be being defiant, by speaking out, by telling it like it is, without wrapping it up in nicety and respectability.

When the strategy of Tone Policing fails, the next move ensues…

Able Splaining…

What the heck is able splaining is a question that is legitimately going through people’s minds I expect. Well, it’s kind of like mansplaining. However, it is defined it is employed in such a way that the proponent of the strategy assumes a superiority in the topic in question and goes about the process of explaining how you are incorrect or mistaken. This may sound just like a person employing an explanation, however, it is peppered with little hints, and other little tidbits of how, because of your disability, you need help to understand it.

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It is nothing more than a strategy that is inherently ableist. It assumes that the non-disabled is automatically intellectually inferior to the so-called normal person. That assumed inferiority must be incapable of comprehending the issue at hand and so it must be explained in such a way as to highlight all the way in which the inferiority is manifest.

Ablesplaining can begin with something along the lines of “I know because if your autism, that it’s hard for you to…” This is then followed on with a continued explanation in simplified language accompanied with a good dose of ableist stereotypes and slurs.

My experience has been generally the person doing the able splaining has a simplified and flawed grasp of the topic at hand. A good example of this is the implication that autistic people don’t have empathy, or alternatively that using person first language is putting the person first.

When able splaining fails the final member of this gang of three ableist strategies is used.

Gaslighting…

Gaslighting is a term well known to many who are advocates or activists. The term comes from a movie called Gas Light. It is a manipulative strategy, that is essentially employed to make the receiver question and doubt their reality. It is a tool of trade employed by many abusers, particularly in the case of partner abuse. This article gives a good in-depth introduction.

When the gang of three ableist strategies are employed, I have found that first comes to the tone policing, then the able splaining and finally the gaslighting is employed. It is employed in such a way that it relies on the previous two to cause the person to question themselves and cast doubts on their own understanding and experience of the situation that has just transpired.

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Most commonly I have found this third member of the gang of three to be employed when the disabled, the member of a minority, or, disenfranchised person, dares to call out the tone policing and able-splaining.

“Oh no, that’s not what I said”, “Oh you have just interpreted it incorrectly” are two examples of phrases that are used. Another is to simply outright deny that an event occurred. In social media contexts, this is then given credence through the selective deleting of comments from threads in order to make it appear that the person is having an exchange with an almost imaginary person.

Gaslighting is an extremely damaging psychological manipulative tool that can and does cause real trauma. It can be easily missed until one is right in the middle of it, and easily dismissed by others as you making too much of a thing. Therein lies its insidious destructive power.

And so….

What I have called here this gang of three ableist strategies can be damaging to people. They can cause people to be sidelined and silenced, discounted and disconnected. They are employed frequently to “other” disenfranchised people and to disregard their human rights.

These strategies are deftly employed in particular, within online social media and forum communities. They should and must be stood against. From an autistic perspective, our voice has been silenced and sidelined, in preference of the professional class and the non-autistic parent class for far too long.

The cogency of a point of view is not contingent on the tone in which it is employed.

If something needs to be explained to me, an explanation without the superiority of so-called “normality” is insisted upon.

Attempts to call into question my reality and perception do not change the reality of the situation.

The advocacy and activist community must, I believe, stand up and continue to call out this gang of three. If we allow it to continue, it becomes acceptable. And as an Australian Army leader has said, “the standard you are prepared to walk past is the standard you are prepared to accept”.

W is for Words….

W is for Words…

Ever heard someone say words can heal and words can harm, or perhaps words have power. There is a nugget of truth in these statements I think.

When it comes to the concept of words, it’s a bit of a key issue in the autism world. It’s a key issue in a way I don’t really think it should be.

What are words anyway?

On the one hand, they are just groups of letters gathered together to communicate a message.

On the other hand, they are sounds grouped together to communicate a message.

But if that’s all we think they are, we are missing so much.

Words are not just sounds grouped together and they are not just marks on the page or screen.

They are communication. They are a conveyance of meaning, need, feeling, love, care.

But they are also so much more than just those things. As the saying goes a picture is like a thousand words.

W is for Words.

Words do not just spill from our mouth parts or even fly from our fingertips on a keyboard or our pen on paper. Words come in pictures, in other forms of communication.

Because in the end that’s what it’s all about these words. It’s about communication, connection with another.

But this communication is not just spoken or written words.

We convey it with touch.

We convey it with looks.

We convey it with gestures.

We convey it with behaviour.

Words are a real issue in the autism communities. And I think the focus is in the wrong direction. The focus is squarely for the most parts of spoken words.

But as stated spoken words are only a part of the picture here and the focus on them does a disservice and at times goes to isolate and disempower autistic people.

W is for Words.

In autism circles, there is a huge focus on verbal v non-verbal autistics. And in reality, that is not what is meant at all. What

is really meant is speaking v non-speaking. Verbal is really a facility with a language, an ability to understand and use that language. The method of it is largely irrelevant.

Speaking, however, is different. Speaking is much more focused on the use of the mouth and vocal chords. Unfortunately, it is given ascribed value over other forms of communication.

There are many non-speaking autistics that communicate with far more eloquence through their chosen platforms than many that can employ thousands of spoken words at will.

Many autistics communicate eloquently through other methods like art.

A premium value is placed on the use of spoken language and it devalues other forms of communication.

W is for Words…

To be clear, it is important to provide the environment that will enable people to use the spoken word if possible. It is not, though, the most important thing you can provide for a person, autistic or otherwise.

I have heard many times people claim an autistic person has no communication when this is untrue. Generally, what they mean is, they can’t speak. Often there has been an intense focus on getting the autistic person to speak with their mouth parts. This is at an unfortunate cost of withholding and devaluing other methods of communication for the person.

In effect, a focus on the spoken language has actually silenced all communication for that autistic person. In vain that person will, in all likelihood, be employing as many alternative modes of communication to convey their needs as they can access.

We must listen to the words regardless of the form they take.

W is for Words…

Sometimes the elevation of the spoken word has such negative impact for a person that the only thing they have left is communication by behaviour. What those caring for the person will often describe as bad behaviour. Even to the point of invoking meltdown.

The refrain of lament in these situations is often a cry for help with the terrible bad behaviour, a cry of how terrible it is to deal with the horrible autism.

The reality is that often the situation is as it is because alternative communication is lacking and shunned.

The bad behaviour is employed to communicate difficulty, to communicate needs, to communicate overload. It’s so easy at times to focus on the issue of what the behaviour is rather than to look beyond the behaviour and try to find out what has led to it.

What is that person saying with that behaviour, rather than, you naughty person, that is not appropriate and not acceptable?

W is for words…

In terms of my own experience with the spoken language, I don’t really recall aquiring them to be an issue, however, I do at times have difficulty using the spoken word, this is often in a time of overwhelm.

My youngest daughter was quite late to talk and still as a ten-year-old some speech difficulties. In times of overwhelm, she employs behaviour to communicate this.

It’s easy as parents to respond to the behaviour and not the communication, but that there is the challenge.

Words are about communication and communication is about more than words.