Monthly Archives: March 2016

Know Your Place

yes, and own it… easy for me to say? not at all. worth it – hell, yes!

When I was a second year teacher I was told to know my place.  To remember that although I might have a voice, I should be more careful.  That I should not ask so many questions, nor share quite so many ideas.  That some things would be better left unsaid because I had not earned the right to say them.  And not just told it either.  No, for extra emphasis it was written as part of my official evaluation that year.  In my permanent record lest I ever forget that I had a place to be in.  That the place I needed to be in was one of new teacher that followed most of the rules and certainly did not question so much.

I remember I went back to my classroom shell-shocked.  When I closed the door, I cried. Maybe this teaching thing was not for me after all.  Maybe asking…

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Awesome Autistic Adults



We can all remember difficult times in our childhood.  Struggles that often make a huge impact on us even as adults, some make us stronger, some leave permanent scars, but most do both. 


Now imagine growing up not allowed to be yourself.  Being seen as a burden, strange, “not right in the head”, the things you enjoy being restricted, the things that stabilise your happiness and wellbeing being removed from you.  Many of us have vague memories of this happening, but to many autistic adults this was a daily struggle.  The embarrassed mothers, the teachers who branded them as naughty or lazy, the therapists who tried to ” normalise ” these kids.  Autism awareness was rare, acceptance decades away.  All help given was on the understanding that the child needs to be as “normal” as possible. 


Luckily nowadays parents, teachers and therapists are gradually learning that this method is unacceptable. …

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Internalized Ableism and The Job Hunt; Or “Why Don’t I Believe It is Better Not to Die?”

yes… a thousand times yes! what do we need in order to slow down? empathetic but running faster and faster… how does that make sense?

Autistic Academic

When I was a kid, becoming the second-wave feminist “Woman Who Has It All” was presented not as an option, but as a requirement.  I had to have a full-time career, maintain my own house, get married (to a dude only), have children, and look good doing it.  Oh, and I had to be the primary breadwinner, too.

Taking the partial package was never presented to me as an option.

I ditched the “have kids” demand pretty early – tocophobia set in right about the time I figured out that when the “where do babies come from?” book talked about fetuses developing inside the uterus, it means that to have a baby, a fetus would have to develop inside my uterus.  No the fuck thank you.

But, of course, refusing to have kids meant I was merely expected to work harder at everything else.  Kids were the one excuse to be…

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