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When it comes to parenting, the books don’t always have the answers. Each book has a special parenting method, and if you just stick with that special method you’ll have amazing children. They’re grow up to be well behaved, respectful, intelligent, daily blessings of joy and love.

Those books are lies.

Most parents figure that out by the time their children are 1-to-2 years old. Sometimes it takes longer, but that’s likely due more to the temperament of the child and not the stellar parenting as followed from the advice in those books. They just might make it to 5 years old, but if that child really is just a totally chill little human being, it takes having a second child with a completely different temperament.

The books were worthless except as kindling until our third child. By then, I had realized that it’s not the book but the child, and every child has a different mother.

Every child has the mother they need because they’re all different people. The books should really only address the care, when it comes down to it. We need books that are honest and straightforward that will be Actually Helpful to new parents of babies, and stressed out parents of toddlers and teens.

Books parents need:

Mostly Judgement-Free Parenting Series

“How to Feed My Baby: Until he’s not hungry any more”

“How to Diaper My Baby: What’s best for your wallet, your tolerance for cutting coupons, your love of Pinterest, and ability to sew”

“The Best Ways to Get Baby to Nap: Learn baby’s sleep patterns, then work around it”

“How to Get Baby on My Schedule: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

“Toilet Training by One: Good luck with that one”

“How to Feed a Picky Eater: Give her what she likes”

“Discipline? Yes, always, your child is not your friend or best buddy”

“Discipline: You have more options than ‘spanking’ and here they are”

“Going Back to Work After Baby: Why not, after all Dad gets to and who’s to say that Dad shouldn’t be the stay at home parent anyway?”

“Staying Home/Going to Work After Baby: Budgeting, Care for Baby, Scheduling, Family Time, Let’s Work it Out!”

“How to Prepare for Going to the Hospital for Baby: includes a tear out sheet of “List of People to KEEP OUT OF L & D and Maternity” to give to hospital staff so that you won’t have to be the bad guy to family that you don’t want there!”

“Reasonable Expectations of Success and Mistakes: your child isn’t an extension of you”

“When Friends, Family, and Strangers Offer ‘Well Meaning’ Parenting Advice: Smile and Nod, and other non-violent methods”

“OMG My Teenagers Are Trying to Make Me Go Gray Overnight! and other things parents of three teens have been heard saying”

“Organic and Homemade! the story of the crunchy mom, whose baby ate only organic until he tasted his first Twinkie and realized there was an entire aisle of the supermarket his mom had been hiding from him, and other stories of perfect parenting gone awry”

“How Not to Say the Wrong Thing to My Teens and Make Them Cry, the story of the mom with three daughters, so really you have to know that there probably won’t be a happy ending to this story”

 

 

Yup… I’d have bought those.

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Trigger warning for abuse; trigger warning for abuse of disabled individual.

Every morning as I get ready for work, I put our local news on the TV. It helps me keep track of time as I also get the girls up for school. I know that there’s always the likelihood that I’ll hear a story that’ll turn my stomach and make me wish I hadn’t turned on the TV. Most of the time, I can get through the local negative news without getting upset. It’s the national news that tends to upset me more lately. Not so this morning.

In Connecticut’s capitol city, a woman was arrested on a felony account of “cruelty to persons” charges after her 17 year old son died from severe malnutrition and indications of abuse. He was autistic. The case is being investigated as a homicide. The office of the chief medical examiner reported Matthew Tirado’s “suspicious condition” to police; he was 5 feet 9 inches tall and only 88 pounds. There were indications of abuse such as lacerations, broken bones, and bruises on his arms, face, and chest; they describe his body as emaciated and skeletal. The woman reported as his mother, Katiria Tirado, only called 911 when he was vomiting. He died on Tuesday morning past.

This young man is going to need justice. If Katiria Tirado dares to use his disability as an excuse especially when there’s a healthy 9 year old girl in the house, I hope that the Federal Court system sees through her. There’s no acceptable reason or excuse in what happened to Matthew. I don’t care if he would only eat McDonald’s fries, smooth fruit yogurt, and banana bread; I don’t care if had challenging allergies and self-restrictions with food. There’s always a way.

It’s a mother’s job to find a way. It’s a mother’s job to DON’T ABUSE and DON’T MURDER your children even when, especially when those children are disabled.

When a couple chooses to have children they choose to take on everything that means. There’s an implicit understanding that disabilities could be involved and thus there’s an implicit understanding that as parents, YOU’RE SIGNING ON FOR CARING AND LOVING FOR one or more children that may have disabilities and challenges that you may or may not have expected. You make a promise when you choose to be a parent, and that promise is that you won’t abuse or murder your children. You promise to always do your best to provide for your children.

The children in this home had a roof. But only one was well-nutritioned.

I’m sure at some point someone will tell me it’s not my place to judge this mother; that there were possibly or likely circumstances I haven’t considered; that I haven’t walked in this mother’s shoes; that I don’t understand disabilities and how they can affect a mother or a family especially Autism; that I need to put myself in that mother’s shoes; that you can see yourself in her position.

To those of you who don’t know me because you don’t know this blog, and you think those statements will fly here or anywhere else:

Those comments make you a murder apologist. If you wouldn’t excuse the murder of a non-disabled person, then don’t excuse the murder of a disabled person especially if that murderer is the parent. I don’t accept anyone identifying with the side of the murderer and abuser of disabled people. I don’t tolerate it.

If you don’t know me or this blog, you ought to know that I’m a disabled woman. I have a teenage daughter that’s autistic. I have another teenage daughter with severe ADHD and ODD. I know what it means to have to cope with challenges, and to have my family cope with my disabilities in turn. But disabled or not, with disabled children or not, I wouldn’t accept what’s happened to Matthew Tirado. And you shouldn’t either.

If I seem a bit impassioned here, it’s because I’m feeling emotional. I can’t seem to calm down. I wish there had been an advocate for Matthew. As the investigation goes on, I’ll be following closely. I realize that I AM making some assumptions here, but I haven’t voiced the great majority of them. I just know that a grave injustice occurred and I’m sad and angry and grieving.

 

#MatthewTirado #Justice4MatthewTirado

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You know what I just realized? I write a lot about disability and advocating for disabled individuals. I write a lot about acceptance in disability, whether you’re a parent, friend, coworker, or even someone who has never met someone with a disability (that you know of); and yet I’m not sure that I’ve ever explained in the simplest of terms what a disability is.

I just get so fired up.

Disability is a physical, neurological, or mental condition that limits a person’s movements, senses, or activities. It may cause impairments, infirmities, and disadvantages, to performing activities in society due to the barriers that exist.

What I try to address is this:

Barriers exist not because someone is disabled, but because society as a whole hasn’t figured out how to:

  • Fully accept disabilities as normal and nothing to be ashamed about
  • Fully accommodate all disabilities and invest in the people who have them
  • Incorporate Universal Design so that ALL PEOPLE may participate in ALL ACTIVITIES equally

And those things are important because people who have disabilities are PEOPLE. People who are deserving of being treated with dignity, respect, grace, and equality to be viewed as valued members of society that contribute as equally as anyone else can.

This is a lesson that you’ll learn well when you become disabled through an accident, illness, or age if you’re not presently disabled. 🙂

 

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I’ve been sitting on this because it hurts my heart as the mother of an autistic daughter. It kills me inside. It makes me angry, sad, and wonder at the human race. It also makes me fearful and gives me those damned little worry lines.

I HATE wrinkles.

I hate it when ridiculous situations like this occur for absolutely no good reason. None at all. There’s no winner, especially when there was either improper training, completely inappropriate biases and prejudices, or both.

When One is Autistic and One is Black How Could the Officer NOT Try to Shoot Them?

/end sarcasm

 

Here’s the gist of it, because I assure you, no laws were broken and no one was disobeying any law enforcement.

An autistic man left the day facility with a toy truck, and decided to play with it sitting in the street. Where else do trucks belong, right? In the street. Logical and linear. The man’s therapist from the facility came out to help him back inside without incident. A seemingly good Samaritan called the police to come help, except it wasn’t just to get a disabled man from being injured.  It was how there was a dangerous disabled man from the facility had a GUN! and please protect the neighborhood. The therapist immediately puts himself flat on his back, hands in the air, and explains to multiple officers the actual situation, front to back. Except Mr. Happy Trigger decides he HAS TO fire his gun and aimed for the autistic person because hey, why not? He was playing with a toy truck in the middle of the street. That’s super dangerous when he’s not paying attention to anything because you know, it MUST be civil disobedience and worthy of being over. He aims his gun at the autistic man, he says, and he fires his gun three (maybe four) times at the autistic man who’s simply sitting there. A sitting target, mind you. He misses the disabled man and hits the black therapist in the leg. Who the hell knows where the other bullets landed.

Read that part again. The officer was actually aiming for the autistic person because he was playing with a toy truck in the middle of the street. And when the autistic person was ordered to get out of the street and was literally unable to comply, and behaved as if he couldn’t understand or hear the commands because he literally couldn’t, he wasn’t committing civil disobedience, he was behaving as a disabled person because he is disabled, Mr. Happy Trigger fired his gun.

At first he told the man he shot that he didn’t know why he fired the gun and shot him. Later he stated that he felt he personally was in mortal danger, and he needed to shoot the autistic person. He felt he had no choice but to defend himself.

He claims.

Yes he claims.

There’s a major problem here.

That officer’s trousers are ablaze, and everyone is choking on the damn smoke because that’s what happens when you speak untruths all over the place.

That police department has some serious issues and they need to decide which end is up because either:

  1. That officer was lying about regarding how he felt his life were in danger from the disabled man, and he fired at him anyway because he’s filth and is a really, really, really bad shot in which case why on God’s green Earth is that man allowed a gun?
  2. That officer was lying about trying to hit the disabled man and was really aiming for the therapist, in which case he was still lying about feeling as if his life were in danger since the therapist was laying on his back prostrate with his arms in the air and hey, he’s STILL a really bad shot
  3. That officer was afraid of a black man laying on his back in the street with his arms up, and an autistic man playing with a truck? A truck he knew wasn’t a gun?

 

If he was telling the truth… are we really that decayed as a society and still that unevolved that our police forces are AFRAID of disabled people that play with toys in the street? Or was it that the disabled man was autistic? Was that the magic word that made the officer afraid for his life? Autism?

I go there because I HAVE TO GO THERE. I go there because I have disabilities, and I go there because I’m a mother to an incredible autistic daughter. My brain has no choice because I don’t live in some fantasy land.

I know what the world is supposed to be like. I know what the Federal Laws are, and State Laws that supplement them and aren’t allowed to override Federal Laws. I know the fight that continues for Civil and Human Rights for disabled people, and the fight to be recognized as fully human versus being seen as Other and Less. I know the nightmares that people face every day in spite of the Americans with Disabilities Act and Title 9. I know that people can’t behave as if those Federal Laws fix everything, and society has fully accepted those laws.

I see people all the time who don’t even know that these laws exist, that give them rights to stand up to their parents and police officers and neighbors and landlords and employers. They don’t know that there are protections in place. They believe they’re really second class citizens because that’s how they grew up. And there are people who treat disabled people that way their entire lives.

There are police departments who train their officers that any appearance of disobedience, ignoring, noncompliance is tantamount to breaking a law and they’re allowed to respond to someone who isn’t even a suspect with force. Lethal force. Except lethal force is not supposed to be the go-to behavior.

I know far too many people who say,

“When the police ask you a question or tell you to do something, you do it. You be respectful. You obey no matter what. You obey anything an officer tells you to do at all times no matter what.”

It’s easy to say that, but it’s not how law enforcement is supposed to work. There’s supposed to be leeway. Compliance is not always an option because it’s not always possible.

There’s supposed to be compassion and understanding in spite of the officer’s past experiences of being an officer that excels in service. Having a previously spotless service record doesn’t absolve a public servant of an abominable act towards a marginalized person.

There are different reasons someone may not respond to an officer; there are different reasons someone may have awkward movements and motions. There are reasons someone may appear drunk and disoriented that have nothing to do with drugs and alcohol. Behaviors that might appear “shady” and facial expressions that might “look guilty” are often misread. There are different reasons that it appears someone isn’t obeying an order.

For people with disabilities these things aren’t a matter of choice. They’re a matter of disability. We can’t just shut off disabilities at inconvenient times, and yes, we’re allowed to leave our homes. After all, we don’t want to be a drain on your tax dollars.

Many people are not in the moment for one reason or other due to their disability. Interactions happen on the street when people think the disabled person is “being strange” and. People are paranoid and intolerant, and assume the worst. People are impatient with differences, physical slowness, and seeming intellectual disability. People don’t take care of others feelings, but expect their own to be catered to constantly and so they think that they’re being victimized by being looked at. Or they just notice weakness and take advantage. They steal more easily from disabled people. They make fun more easily. They get disabled people to do inappropriate things more easily making them think they’re going to be friends. Then, if caught, they blame it on the disabled person who has no idea what just happened. They think a toy truck is a dangerous object.

Someone who has particular physical disabilities could appear drunk even if they don’t have a single medication in their system if they’re made to try to walk a straight line. Or speech difficulties due to speech delays can make it difficult to answer questions quickly, or without slurring, in a manner that’s clear and concise. Compassion for none.

This is the kind of nightmare I have as a mother to an autistic daughter that is often unable to follow directions in the immediacy of giving them, especially if they’re presented in a way she doesn’t understand or by a stranger. She often needs things explained a different way than initially presented, but a lot of people who don’t know her are impatient at first. A police officer certainly would be. They would think she’s being impertinent if she thought to ask, “Could you ask that another way?”

As a young woman with disabilities, it turns out she really has no rights at all when it comes to the immediacy of being face with law enforcement if law enforcement doesn’t realize she’s disabled and they’re not keeping the ADA in mind. Her disabilities won’t be accommodated or even considered. If she can’t speak it won’t matter; her being non-verbal won’t matter a single bit. It will be viewed as noncompliance and therefore a danger to someone’s life. That will be justification enough for her to be cuffed or shot. And it will be her fault, of course, for being autistic and therefore dangerous.

It’s not our fault if we have disabilities; mental health, cognitive, intellectual, physical, TBI, chronic pain, hearing, anything. Anything at all. We can’t put our disabilities away into our purses, or into a drawer when we leave. We’re not being rude or thoughtless when we can’t overcome our disabilities like a rockstar.

We can explain as soon as an officer comes to introduce themselves and ask us our name, and it may not matter if they decide ahead of time that we’ve done something shady. They may have decided that a behavior they witnessed was “off” and needed their intervention, but it was actually due to disability. It could be explained to them but they’ve made up their mind. If a command literally… LITERALLY can’t be performed, it doesn’t matter. You’re DISOBEYING.

Do you know how many disabled people have been beaten and killed by officers because officers believed, and didn’t listen to the victims, that they were being disobeyed intentionally? That the disabled person was really a perp because they weren’t… couldn’t comply? There’s no difference between “won’t” and “can’t” because there isn’t any leeway for it.

There are in fact some police departments that care and are training their officers. It depends on the town and the departments. Some believe that the training and funding are worthless.

They have no idea that disabled people are far, far more likely to be bullied than non-disabled people; to be victims of abuse; to be victims of crime; to be involved in incidents with law enforcement. And when involved with law enforcement, disabled people are far, far, far more like to be victims and not the perpetrators. The reason it’s likely a higher percentage is because of abuse by law enforcement and misjudging situations where they assume that the disabled person is the perp because the real perp is manipulating the situation; and the disabled person is in a far weaker position if they’re being abused or the police are the ones exerting power. I want to say the percentages are in the 75% and 80%’s.

These fears are real. These things happen frequently. Yes, in this day and age in 2016. People are not enlightened, and they most often don’t really care. This is why parents fear for the day they pass away before their children and solid services aren’t in place; this is why parents fear when their governors cut funding to services that they federally don’t have the right to cut; why parents fear when siblings have washed their hands of their disabled brother or sister; or there aren’t any siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins willing to help out.

We fear that we won’t be around if our children become entangled in a situation that involves law enforcement in some way, especially if we have disabilities of our own whether we’re still young or as we age. We fear that our children won’t have an advocate at all; won’t have a good enough advocate; won’t know how to advocate for themselves.

It’s hard to trust a law enforcement system, a justice system, and a social system that repeatedly prove that disabled people are worth less than non-disabled people. When funding is removed forcibly and put into nonessential areas, such as bulking up a state official’s salary, it’s hard to trust.

 

 

Victim was therapist attempting to defuse situation with autistic patient.

Source: Black Man Shot By Police While Lying On Ground With Hands Up » Second Nexus

 

And:

Study Reveals Significant Overlap Between Police Brutality Deaths And Disabilities | ThinkProgress

And insufficient media coverage of these cases isn’t helping.

Source: Study Reveals Significant Overlap Between Police Brutality Deaths And Disabilities | ThinkProgress

 

 

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Yesterday, ASAN’s Ari Ne’eman announced he was stepping down at the end of the year. That was important. Here’s the announcement.

Organizations go through many stages. One of the most challenging and important are transitions in leadership, particularly when they involve founding members. Over the last ten years, I have had the honor and privilege of building and directing the Autistic Self Advocacy Network. That experience has been one of the single most important and impactful …

Source: A Message from ASAN President Ari Ne’eman | Autistic Self Advocacy Network

Then, prompted by the announcement, an entry was posted on ASParenting Blog by Melody. I credit and thank my friend Nora for making me and others aware of this disappointing report. Nora writes the blog A Heart Made Fullmetal.

I’m sharing Melody’s post about ASAN because as a mother blessed with an autistic daughter, I’ve looked to ASAN (Autistic Self Advocacy Network) as a guiding hand. I’ve shared them as a valuable resource to other parents and to autistic individuals that come into my workplace.

While I realize that the majority of experiences of employees are likely possibly maybe positive, if any of what is reported in this blog is true and a pattern, and indeed is policy then I don’t believe I could support that sort of agency.

In fact, I know I can’t. I wouldn’t encourage my daughter or friends or consumers in my agency to take advantage of them with what I now know, and therefore I wouldn’t encourage you. You are just as important as someone face to face with me when it comes to accurate, compassionate, gentle representation by people who are being treated well in their employment.

If it were ever guaranteed and proven that changes were made, that Autistic people were being treated with dignity and respect, being paid fair and competitive wages, being give reasonable accommodations, I might change my assessment. Trust is cornerstone. I know that. Accountability is, as well, and so far, ASAN has not taken accountability or responsibility.

I should warn you that there could be triggers in this blog article below as it mentions abuse tactics towards Autistic people, but it’s important to read. It’s a tough read.

With Ari Ne’eman’s announcement that he will be stepping down at the end of the year today, I knew I was out of time to find a large source to post what you are about to read. Please sh…

Source: ASANs Past Abuse and Moving Forward – ASParenting

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Last week, I attended Sweet Girl’s PPT for the extended school year’s and next school year’s IEP. Thankfully, they threw heaps of services at her again. I won’t go into detail this time, because that’s not what this entry is for.

This meeting, she didn’t want to attend. Would. Not. Do. It. She wouldn’t speak with me about it ahead of time, nor acknowledge me when I approached her about it. Normally we script it out and make lists, and we write down her concerns, issues, and wish list. The team takes it seriously. She flat refused this time. I reminded her that if decisions are made for her without her, or that she dislikes then it’ll be harder for her to understand. It would also mean she gets less say in the decisions. Nope. She wouldn’t come down from the classroom.

Afterwards I told her about it and how well it went. She nodded and “mmm hmm’d” and shook her head no when I asked periodically if she had questions. At the end I asked her if she had any thoughts she wanted to share.

 

“Did you… mmm… did you advocate me for no homework clubs after school next year? Because I am old enough. You make my day too long.”

 

I told her that while I knew she wanted to end that program, I advocated for her to keep it and that her team agreed. I won’t share her exact initial reaction except to say that she was very angry.

Then she demanded to know why, which doesn’t usually happen until hours later. First, I validated all of her feelings on this subject as usual. I often commiserate, as I don’t like working late if I feel I don’t need to do so. I don’t typically explain why she has to participate in the homework programs after school until a separate conversation. This time, I validated her feelings and commiserated, but then in the same conversation I logicked her. The reasons I give are always the same, and they’re reasons that I know she understands logically. I’m 95% certain that she agrees with them because she doesn’t tell me they’re not true. I’m also 95% certain that she really just doesn’t believe they’re as important as I do.

The fact is that if she doesn’t do her homework or work she couldn’t finish in class during her after school programs during Summit or Homework Club (one with peers, one with teachers) then the work wouldn’t get done at home. She also has her peers there to help her or to make the work more fun, just like group work. She really loves group projects and takes them seriously. She gets really involved from what her teachers say. There’s more structure there as well, and let’s face it… if she has to do the homework and unfinished classwork while still at school she can’t take an unlimited break or wander off while getting a snack. She can’t sneak away to her room. She can’t become a boneless child and forget how to use a pencil. She can’t go to a gaming site for Pokemon and tell me it’s really her Chrome Classroom. When pushed, school is school, home is home, as she likes to say, and never the two shall meet.

The problem has been that I’ve done more emotion-validating than I should have, I think. No… no that’s not quite right; I’ve commiserated more than I should have since she started balking at the homework programs. After all, if I can commiserate with her about it then how could I possibly make a decision she didn’t agree with? It’s like making a decision against myself. At the same time, I was trying to argue logic with emotions. It doesn’t stop me from asking if she at least understands what I’m saying even if she doesn’t agree, or if there was anything else she needed to say.

If I parented only by emotion, however, I’d be a crappy parent. I don’t even make my own life decisions based solely on emotion. I think things through often to the point of overthinking. If I parented based solely on what my children feel they want and decided they need, I’d be a crappy parent. When I agree with them and make decisions they agree with, I’m a wonderful mother. Disagree? I’m the worst mother in the world. That’s usually the worst insult Sweet Girl throws at me: You are the Bad Parent of the World. Essentially, I was expecting her to tell me that I was Momsplaining. Maybe she’d have been correct.

This time was different.

 

You. Are not a good advocate.”

 

And then Sweet Girl walked away.

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There’s such a great not-knowing because there’s the privilege of not *needing* to know until one *must* know in the so-called abled world. I hate that word, abled, as if having disabilities means someone isn’t abled or, in the common vernacular, capable of performing tasks of worth for the self, family, or society. There’s also an unawareness about intersectionality regarding multiple disabilities, as if it’s not possible to have more than one disability. But wait, there’s more… intersectionality with disability also includes gender, culture, ethnicity, abuse history, poverty, and other marginalized groups overlapping with each other.

It’s a privilege, but it’s also insensitive and inconsiderate. I’ve written about disablism before, ie. the attitude people have against disabled people and the discrimination. The article I’m sharing talks about how so much of it isn’t blatant and in your face cruel, and may seem like it’s not a big deal to those who don’t have (or don’t accept they have) disabilities. Very often, the person that’s engaging in disablism (ableist behavior) may even think that they’re showing compassion and being kind and not realizing that they’re being condescending, rude, or even harmful to the individual and disabled community.

I can give an example or two.

I drop my cane often, sometimes in public. Yes, I keep it with me always even if I don’t need it at that second because at some point in the near future I’ll likely need it. I can’t really leave behind what’s usually my third leg. 😉 Anyway, I drop that thing frequently and there are times when I do it in public, strangers will pick it up for me.

That seems so kind and considerate, right? In that immediate moment their instinct was to pick up the cane so I wouldn’t topple over into the egg display. The problem is that they didn’t ask first. It’s a little presumptive that I can’t pick it myself, even if I may actually be in so much pain I can’t pick it up myself. Most people who haven’t been around others who use canes (or haven’t used canes themselves) don’t know where to touch the cane when picking it up, and instead pick it up by the handle… and I don’t know if they wash their hands after using the bathroom or sneezing or coughing. I simply need someone to ask,

“Hi, do you need help reaching that?”

 

People do that so-sorry head tilt with a pout and sorrowful expression when they hear that one of my daughters is autistic.

“Oh my god, how do you live with pain like that? I couldn’t live that way. Plus three girls? And one with Autism? I really don’t know how you can handle all of that. I couldn’t do it. But I ADMIRE YOU. You’re SUCH AN INSPIRATION.”

Not enough of an inspiration that you’d imagine yourself living with a disability or living with a child that’s disabled, apparently.

People send me tons and tons and tons and tons of advice from anti-modern medicine and anti-doctors and anti-education and anti-science propaganda web sites that they think will “cure” my pain and depression as well as my daughter’s Autism, and my other daughter’s ADHD. If I take the time to respond and actually refute the trash with proof and science, the response is usually,

“Yeah, but what if? So and so said that they used it and after six months they felt better, and their cousin’s friend was actually cured!”

Mmm hmm. What if. What if the snake oil salesmen are right, and all of those hundreds and all of those thousands of dollars of tainted “essential” oils I’m supposed to use for the rest of my life are a great “cure.” Along with the food supplemental companies that are so much better than actually eating real food, that really want you to join and sell their food-like products that are packed fully of allergens. Not to mention the insistence on avoiding real medicine for special filtered waters you can only buy from wherever. All of this instead of eating real good whole foods and exercise that’s tolerable with good medical care. Everyone else has the cures. Everyone else knows The Cause and who to blame.

My favorite is,

“Exercise helps. That Lyrica commercial says a body in motion stays in motion. How active are you, like REALLY? You ought to join a gym and try Lyrica.”

 

Yeah-no. All my nope. That commercial is irresponsible, and I could throw a tantrum about it right now, but that’s not the point of this particular post. It’s the disablism in the meaning well, the knowing better, the feeling so sorry, forgetting to ask permission, and so much more.

And here, now, is the post that inspired me from The Caffeinated Autistic. Much more eloquent than I managed to be.

Blogging Against Disablism: Sometimes it’s subtle…. – The Caffeinated Autistic

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