I’ve read a couple of posts today, both from people I respect a lot, that really made me stop and think about the nature of my own blogging and what I’m doing.
The first was a post from Susan in which she talked about the Autism Club:
I believe that an even better cause for the planet would be teaching tolerance for difference, whether it means tolerance for a different opinion from your own, or tolerance for the full spectrum of people we come across. Tolerance/inclusion is not about hitting people over the head with your viewpoint, but by providing gentle example. At any rate, if we’re all doing the best we can, which I assume we all are, that should be the bottom line. Autism should not be the club we use against each other.
I am conflicted about this. Let me explain – I think Susan is a great role model for parents of autistic kids and I think in the broader implications of what she says here (and I urge you to follow the link and read the whole piece) she’s spot on – we _should_ all be working together. However, in the three plus years I’ve been blogging about autism I’ve grown more and more saddened by the realisation that this doesn’t seem to be possible. I used to want to provide gentle example but as time progresses and viewpoints become more entrenched I find myself firing off a volley rather than providing calm reflection.
My problem is this: there are people ‘out there’ who want to make money or prestige from autism. There are other people who seem to genuinely hate autistics and the whole idea of autism – some of these people are parents. Some are grandparents, some are friends, brothers, cousins. Some are autistic themselves.
I cannot seem to find a way within myself to accept that these people merely have a differing opinion than mine. Different opinions are for things like what taste in music someone has. The things this group of people espouse revolve around the viewpoint of autism being something abhorrent. I find myself unable to let the things they say go unaddressed.
I _want_ to be able to say that it doesn’t matter so ‘each to their own’. But it does matter to me. It matter when people start using utterly untested treatments. It matters when children die. It matters when adults are dismissed for the ludicrous viewpoint that because they can talk or type they have no insight. It matters that science is hijacked by ignorance.
None of this is to have a go at Susan who as I say I respect deeply. I know she feels these things deeply too. Her post merely helped coalesce my thoughts.
The second post I read was from Estee who talked today about the lonliness, struggle and profound joy of parenting an autistic child. Its a great title and a great post, just like Susan’s. Estee says:
Some people take these debates, points of view, so personally (a hazard of religion as it involves so much emotion), that I have discovered a very dark side of autism. I discovered that parents with autistic children are so divided that the support I was seeking is hard to find. Instead of a journey to discovery, it is starting to look more like a war out there.
Depressingly true.
When I first started blogging about autism I have the distinct impression I was pretty much alone. I’m someone who makes their living from the web so I know how to tweak the technology to find things. I didn’t find anybody. I determined that in order to raise the wall of societal ignorance about autism I would talk about Megan. I would document our lives – the loneliness, the struggles and the profound joys as Estee describes it.
Somewhere along the line, as our family increasingly realised more about Megan and about autism and as we read more and more from autistic people themselves our views about things changed. I started to realise to my horror that there was a whole subculture ‘out there’ that wanted nothing less than the total eradication of my daughter and everyone like her. Defeat Autism Now. Cure Autism Now. Defeat Autism Yesterday.
Against such large, highly mobilised, politically aware organisations what chance did my daughter have to be viewed as someone worthy of respect? If she was seen as someone to defeat, how could she ever win at anything?
So I started to fight back. I don’t want to fight. I want these people to accept our children, both young and grown, up as _different_ – with _different strengths_ because my daughter and everyone like her shouldn’t be a prize to fight over. She should just….be….and be respected and allowed to just be. Nobody’s drowning in a tsunami over here. Nobody’s disappeared into the maw of a holocaust.
This is an emotive subject we all talk about. It goes right to the heart of what it is to value and be valued. I believe those who wish to ‘cure’ their children love them deeply in the vast majority of cases. However, I also believe that they are mistaken about the risk to benefits ratio that such treatments can offer. I further cannot understand how one can wish to remove something and also claim to value it.
My choice is that I will do my utmost to change the world for the good of my children. I will not see them dismissed as a collection of medical ailments to be treated with dangerous things. There is no respect in that position. There is no chance for a child to feel positively about themselves.
It shouldn’t have to be that way. In an ideal world it wouldn’t be. But in a world that contains people like John Best Jr – a racist, homophobic parent of an autistic child who runs a blog entitled ‘hating autism’ and who claims to know his child is mercury poisoned despite that child never having *even been tested* for any form of metal poisoning then I cannot stand by and let these things go unaddressed and uncommented on. My daughter needs a daddy who’ll fight for her when the need arises. That that is a necessity is, as both Susan and Estee intimate, a tragedy.
But sadly, it seems it is a necessity.
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