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Acceptance, Not Awareness

Every year I look forward to April with equal parts anticipation and dread because it is Autism Acceptance Month. Note that I did not say Autism Awareness Month. As an autistic author who has written a series with an autistic protagonist, I love being able to promote my work and have people read a story from the perspective of an autistic character. Seeing other autistic authors promote their work and being able to connect with them means a lot to me. Within the community, it’s a great time to share resources, connect with others, celebrate our unique weirdness, but outside the community is another story.

In 2025, everyone should know what autism is. We are past the point of awareness, and with the awareness of neurotypical or allistic folks comes ableism and eugenics. If you don’t know Autism Speaks is an organization that calls for an end to autism, which most autistic people take issue with for obvious reasons. They promote ABA (conversion therapy for autistic people that most autistics oppose), they talk over autistic people in favor of promoting allistic caregivers/parents, and they discuss autism in terms of deficits or geniuses, which is problematic. The worst part is that they are one of the loudest voices during April. They are the ones promoting blue light bulbs and puzzle pieces.

The awareness that Autism Speaks and other parent-centric organizations bring is often riddled with eugenics and deficit-centered language. We are talked about only in how our existence is a burden to others or how our neurotype disturbs those around us. Bringing awareness to our neurotype in this way is like only talking about an amputee in terms of what they can’t do without their arm or leg. It is important to discuss the difficulties disabled people face in their daily lives, but we shouldn’t only discuss the far ends of the spectrum: how burdensome we are and inspiration porn.

This is where Autism Acceptance Month comes in. The idea of acceptance is that we accept all of that person, struggles, good days, bad days, things we’re good at, our humor, our communication styles, and the things that make us different from neurotypicals. Accepting autistic people pushes back against the narrative that organizations like Autism Speaks promotes that we are burdens or problems that need to be solved. If we are accepted as just a different neurotype, then we are equal with allistic people, and in turn, they should also be willing to bridge the gap to aid in meeting our needs rather than the onus falling on autistic people. Things like ABA therapy are basically obsolete because their whole premise is to make autistic people appear to be neurotypical while forcing autistics to disregard their needs in favor of what allistic people want them to do. If autistic people are on equal footing with allistics and are accepted, there is no reason to essentially dog train an autistic child into not stimming or ignoring that the lights of hurting their eyes. We can simply let them do their thing as long as they aren’t hurting themselves or dim the lights a little.

If we acknowledge that a lot of what allistic society dislikes about autistic people is that they are “weird” or doing something that they feel they cannot do in polite society, like be direct, wiggle, not disregard their sensory needs; society as a whole will be better for it.

Everyone deserves to have their needs met and to communicate in ways that get to the heart of the matter even if it makes others uncomfortable. Society as a whole needs to take a hard look and ask itself why does directness bother you? Why does stimming make you so uncomfortable? Why it is a bad thing that someone needs dimmer lights, headphones, or comfortable clothes in order to function? Why does having “childish” interests or a weird special interest have to be a bad thing? Overall, why do you even care?

So much of the pushback stems from people who are uncomfortable that someone else is saying, “No, I need this or want this, and I’m going to do it” rather than demurring and conforming. Our society is so obsessed with conforming that the reason autistics stick out so much is that we are terrible at it, but the better question is why are you all doing it in the first place? If something doesn’t jive with your in terms of fashion, food, office politics, etc., why do you force yourself to do it instead of questioning how we got here and what the point is?

Our society is riddled with systemic issues, and peeling away the notion that we have to conform to whatever is the norm is the first step in freeing ourselves from these systems. Stepping back can show you the cracks and the deep fissures that cause others so much pain, not just for autistics but anyone who isn’t the white male cis het majority. Acceptance of our differences instead of the awareness of our differences is far more freeing and can ultimately lead us down a much better road.

Personal Life

On Gender

The other day I was listening to the audiobook of Threads of Life by Clare Hunter, and there were several instances in her book where she discusses the synergy of cis women working together and relating to each other in a space all their own. Listening to it, I was puzzled that people experience that kind of synergy or easy relation. I often chocked up my discomfort to being autistic. By nature, I’m not particularly good at “blending” with neurotypical people. As Hannah Gadsby talks about in their comedy shows, being autistic is like being the one sober person in a room of drunks; you constantly feel like you stick out.

But it runs deeper than the autism. I’ve never felt like a woman. People would talk about womanhood or what women want or feel, and I would feel my eyes glaze over. Cannot relate. At an abstract level, I get it. I can see and understand what other people in the same way I can say people can be the same gender and be very different people. The problem is woman has always fit like an outfit two sizes two big. It just sort of hung around me with no shape, and the shape people tried to give it didn’t make me feel good about myself or make sense in terms of how I see myself.

That has always been the bigger issue for me: how people perceive me. The lack of control over other people’s assumptions is a burden I constantly struggle to deal with. Any time I get hit with “ma’am” or “miss,” I can feel my soul curl like a shrimp. I’m lucky in that I’m an adjunct college professor, so most of the time, I get called “professor,” which is blessedly neutral. There are assumptions that come with being a woman or man, none of which I want or live up to. If I tried to ascribe to either, I would always be failing, falling short of someone’s idea of what I should be.

The best way I can describe my gender is neither or none or femininely masculine. One of the reasons I gravitated toward Stede Bonnet in Our Flag Means Death is because he hits the right gender buttons for me. He is a queer, autistic man, but he’s quite feminine and fussy compared to the other male characters. He wears bright colors, loves a luxury fabric, and isn’t clinging to traditional masculinity. I look at him and see gender inspiration. Same with Lestat de Lioncourt in Interview with the Vampire, though I’m far too silly to embody that fully.

I joke with my partner that “weird little guy” is my gender. Can a gender be queer? Not genderqueer, per se, but slightly masculine in a queer way, not a cis het guy way. Mostly, I use agender or nonbinary as the closest labels I can get. I add lightly masc because if I wear anything too feminine, I get dysphoric. Truthfully, I’d rather toss gender out the window as an unnecessary nuisance. The people I tend to vibe with most tend to be neurodivergent nonbinary people because I think we look at gender differently than neurotypicals. Autistic people are more likely than the general population to be trans or nonbinary, and that’s probably because gender is made up. We hate when people make arbitrary rules or try to create hierarchy, so why would we let made up gender rules get in the way of living our best lives?

While in the past it may have bothered me that I didn’t vibe fully with cis men or cis women, I’m more than happy to vibe in the agender autistic/ADHD club with the rest of my friends. I may never feel the synergy people talk about, but I feel at peace and at home where I can talk about my special interests, not be chastised for a verbal fumble, and not be judged for the parts I came with. For those people, I am eternally grateful.