I just now remembered a dinner I had 5 months ago with an acquaintance, and realize I monologued almost the entire time in response to a question asked to me. I feel really bad about this now. She was probably too polite to say anything.
It is a theme I have noticed too often in governments, political parties, and corporations: that a voice and their suffering only matter to the powerful when the ends justify the means or fit a narrative that suits them.
It also means that the past year has made it clear to me that what our movement needs is space where everyone, regardless of opinion, is welcome, in which the decisions of the community at large are represented (not just the decisions of autistic people who have leadership positions).
Most people do not realize the autistic community exists, much less that there are prolific autistic-lead and ally supported organizations out there. This video explores the primary reason for this disparity.
This experience of late diagnosis for one man who, at nearly 50 years old, finally had an answer. This piece will make you laugh, and maybe cry, and ultimately want to cheer for this unforgettable journey to self-knowledge.