Please don’t say you’re sorry when I tell you my son is autistic.
It’s like telling me you are sorry that my child is Black, or female, or was adopted: just plain wrong. Sure there are things about being a woman or person of color or autistic or having been adopted that stink, but none of them are intrinsic to the person living those qualities. They’re judgments and discriminations that are inflicted externally, not – at least not originally or inevitably - embodied.
My children are veritable rainbows of their own unique glory, neither defined nor necessarily limited by any one particular trait.
Just like everybody else.
Figure I – Veritable Rainbows of their own Unique Glory (with Partial Labeling for Instructional Purposes Only)
That is all.
Thanks and love,
Full Spectrum Mama
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