Sometimes, the internet is toxic. That’s no secret. And that extends everywhere, even in the autism world.

You’d think the community (namely autistic adults and parents of autistic children) would be pretty close-knit, right? After all, we’re all impacted by an issue that requires compassion and understanding from others. And autism can feel extremely isolating, so common ground can feel like hallowed ground.

But unfortunately, we don’t get along as well as we should. Our experiences are too varied, our perspectives are too varied, and often our tempers are too, er, ‘varied’ as well.

I’m extremely happy that, 99.9% of the time, the divide just doesn’t exist in Autistic Not Weird’s Facebook community. [All links open in new windows. Like most people, I prefer my reading uninterrupted!] But because ANW’s followers are so supportive of each other (even in the face of hugely differing experiences and perspectives) I often forget what the wider internet can be like.

Some readers may remember that I’ve mentioned this topic before: that the healthiest thing we can do for autistic people and their families is “please, just stop arguing”. But with that said, the difficulties are bigger than just arguments. I spoke with several other autistic adults after this article’s first draft, and they were keen to point out their other issues with reaching out to non-autistic folk. Some examples included their social anxiety, previous experience of hurt, and lack of emotional energy. For self-preservation purposes, it’s better for some people to keep silent than speak out and risk more damage.

So a couple of important points before we begin:

  • This article describes something I did personally that helped to bridge the gap. It is in no way a suggestion for what other autistic adults should do (for reasons I’ve just explained).
  • This article also references some autistic adults being dangerously abusive over the internet. Whereas abusive autistic people exist (for the exact reasons that abusive non-autistic people exist), nobody should think that’s the norm. Generally speaking we’re people who just want to be understood and accepted, and we struggle to have our voices heard in a world designed with ‘everyone else’ in mind.

When we try to hurt other advocates

I was never much of a keyboard warrior, even during my younger years. Autism means I struggle with having too much empathy (not the opposite!), so I could never bring myself to spew nasty comments at 200×200-pixel icons whilst knowing there was a real person at the other end – who might see my comment after a day of being bullied at school, or visiting a relative in the hospital. (Not all autistic people are that way of course… but neither are non-autistic people.)

Maybe that’s why I don’t partake in mudslinging matches in the autism community. Because a parent who says something unacceptable to me (e.g. “you don’t understand autism because you’re not like my child”) might be struggling with isolation and prejudice from years of having their child’s needs ignored or disbelieved. Likewise, an autistic person who tells a parent “you don’t understand autism because you’re not the autistic one” may have spent their whole lives fighting through mistreatment and abuse, and be understandably angered at how non-autistic parents dominate the discussion about our experiences.

So if you want a one-sentence reason for all the arguing in the autism community, it’s right here. Too many people have been hurt too much, in too many different ways, and they are still being hurt right now.

Of course, arguing becomes a lot easier when you meet someone who seems to be your ideological opposite.

And with that, I’d like to introduce you to Miriam from FaithMummy.

Miriam is the mother of two 9-year-old autistic twins. She writes about the challenges of autism from a mother’s point of view (and occasionally her daughter writes about her experiences too). She doesn’t hold back about the negative sides of raising her profoundly disabled son, because they’re often overlooked and dismissed.

Unfortunately, some of her posts have not been well-received by some autistic people. With hard-hitting titles like “My children do suffer from autism” and “I don’t want to be an autism parent anymore”, it’s easy to understand why. But this goes beyond mere disagreements: over the last year Miriam has been the subject of many abusive messages, some of whom have been so bad that she’s literally had to call the police.

On the one hand, I recognise the demand for such articles. Parents in similar situations need to know they’re not alone. With that said, I can hardly argue with the autistic adults who say such articles perpetuate the “autism is a tragedy” stereotype.
(I’ve said this to Miriam personally, by the way. I’m not just dumping it on the internet from a hundred miles away.)

 The internet has decided that Miriam and I are ‘ideological opposites’. Which makes sense, since I have a reputation for being relentlessly positive about autism (which isn’t 100% true – I don’t shy away from the bad stuff), and Miriam has the reputation for talking about the difficulties and challenges.

Nonetheless, we’re actually friends. In fact, two weeks ago I visited her house.

And if you’re an autistic adult advocate, don’t run away yet. Trust me, there’s a good ending.

(And even if you do, at least take a look at Miriam’s own account of the night: Three Lessons an ‘Autism Mum’ Learnt From Meeting an Adult Autistic Advocate.)

Let me tell you a story about autism acceptance.

I spent almost a week in Miriam’s home town, delivering autism-related talks and workshops (yep, I’m a speaker as well as a writer.) One of these talks was to a parent group, and Miriam was unexpectedly in attendance. My talk was about lessons I wish I’d learned growing up with Asperger Syndrome, and to be honest I didn’t think many of those lessons would apply to parents of those with profound learning difficulties.

Turns out I was wrong – Miriam took a lot from it. She and I had a chat at the end, and the next day her family was picking me up outside my hotel. That car journey was the first time I met this boy: her nine-year-old son, Isaac.

When most people look at Isaac, they don’t see Isaac. They see autism. They see lack of speech, severe academic learning difficulties and intimate care needs. It barely occurs to some people that Isaac might also be a child, with his own personality and everything.
(And yes, I absolutely hated writing that. Unfortunately some of his difficulties don’t come from autism, but from other people.)

I genuinely can’t remember my first impression of Isaac. I’m pretty sure I made an effort not to have one. First impressions are unreliable even with the general population, so it’s better to not be influenced by a disabled child’s mood while he visits a road he’s never been to, at the moment an entirely new person gets in the car.

But he was completely fine, and spent the thirteen-mile journey home looking out of the window at the roads. I was told he would later try to recreate the whole journey using Google Street View – one of his favourite hobbies. Personally I spent the journey having a rest after a full day’s workshop, but kept myself awake for general conversation with the rest of the family.

When we got home and ate, conversation was pleasant. It was mostly about how my last few days had been, as I’d not visited Scotland in fifteen years. Then her daughter learned that I was a former teacher with a maths degree, and wanted to talk to me about times tables – multiplication tables if you’re American.

Before long Isaac left the room, and sat himself on the bottom step to give the iPad his full attention. The rest of us finished our food, and our conversation came to its natural conclusion.

Then I said a sentence that I think changed the evening.

“Do you mind if I go to the stairs and socialise with Isaac?”

Miriam had specifically said she was looking forward to me and Isaac meeting. After a myriad of teachers, psychologists, social workers and other professionals, I don’t think he’d ever met an autistic adult before. And without long before bedtime, I felt it was an opportunity best taken.

I spent the next hour sat on the stairs with Isaac, at first watching videos of lifts (elevators, if you’re American). I’m no enormous fan of them myself, but I’m always interested in watching the passion autistic people show for things. (In Isaac’s case, there was a whole campaign for people to send him lift videos for Christmas!)

From my perspective, all of this was completely normal. I’m an autistic man who works with autistic teenagers. But I noticed his parents’ surprised faces, and every few minutes another photo of the event was taken.

And to those wondering, my shirt says “post happy clappy”. My church has a very tongue-in-cheek sense of humour.

Meanwhile, Isaac switched to Google Street view, and navigated from his house to the motorway. Pretty impressive, but no doubt he’d done it a thousand times before. Maybe literally.

Miriam told me how nice it was to see him happy around me. He often hits people, although out of anxiety rather than malice (he doesn’t yet have other coping strategies for upsetting moments). I didn’t mind sitting close to him, and clearly neither did he. I’ve spent plenty of time within striking distance of children with disabilities, and you’re less likely to get hit if you’re making an effort to enter their world.

I looked back at the iPad, and he had navigated to the city centre. Very impressive.

Perhaps the saddest moment of the night was when Miriam quite honestly told me how rare the evening’s events were.

“The sad truth is,” she said, “most adults are scared of him. Including professionals.”

I knew no other reaction than to gaze open-mouthed, then point at him and say “…but he’s awesome.”

“Yes,” Miriam continued, “you and I may know that, but when people don’t want to meet him where he is, or they focus on trying to change him, he doesn’t respond well.”

I’m not sure whether it’s my knowledge of autism (or autistic people), or my experience of working in special education, but I can’t imagine what it’s like to not see an autistic child as awesome. Whether they’re an Aspie who talks for an hour about the same subject (which may be boring to some, but wouldn’t you love to have that intense adoration of an amazing subject?), or whether they’re a child like Isaac who acts and loves and communicates in fascinating ways that don’t even occur to most others.

I looked at the iPad screen, and Isaac had arrived outside my hotel.

He had never been to that street before.

You can throw around phrases like “special needs”, “learning difficulties” or “profound disabilities” as much as you want. But I have never seen a nine-year-old do that.

After that, it was time to start the bedtime routine. Every night Isaac has a baked potato with cheese and baked beans. Even if he doesn’t actually eat it, it’s part of his routine and is essential to keeping him nice and comfortable before he goes to bed. I sat next to him again, talking to Miriam about things and stuff.

Then suddenly, this.

A week or two later, Miriam told me the last person to get this treatment from Isaac had been her… on 27th July 2016.

I was aware at the time that this meant something special. But I had no way of knowing just how special. In total I must have had about five forkfuls of cheese. And, as much as I hate cold baked beans, if they’d been on the fork I’d have eaten them on principle.

Hell, I’ve got coeliac disease but I’d have eaten a loaf of bread if it were fed to me by a disabled child who most adults keep their distance from.

Miriam’s response? “I’ve finally found someone I’d be happy to look after my kids.”

The gravity of this statement was not lost on me. I’m not a parent, let alone a parent of children with special needs, but I know enough about the subject to know that parents like Miriam and her husband don’t just get a babysitter.

Ok, it’s a lovely story. But you mentioned bridging the gap between autistic people and parents?

It was time for the kids to go to bed. In a sight that would both warm hearts and confuse Miriam’s most abusive critics, I watched her kids smother her in adoration (and she to them in return) as part of the bedtime routine. With Isaac laughing and his arms wrapped around her neck, I couldn’t help but smile as she said to me – with enormous sarcasm – “well I clearly don’t want to be an autism mum!” It was a reference to the title of an article that led to her receiving enormous criticism from some autistic adults. Her point in referencing it was obvious: the challenges of raising autistic children don’t dim the beautiful moments, even if it’s the negative articles that get the pageviews.

Due to the evening’s events, bedtime happened more than an hour later than normal. And everyone in the house was completely fine with it. (Except me. I would have had another three hours of elevator videos in me at least.)

After that, Miriam and I had a chat about blogging. From my perspective it was a casual chat about the main issues, mainly:

  • How to write for a community so diverse that it represents over 1% of the world’s population.
  • The sorrow of having your most negative material being your most successful. (Despite my positive reputation, my most read article is called Five Ways to Damage Autistic Children Without Even Knowing. It wasn’t my intention, but negativity gets clicks.)
  • Her trauma of calling the police because of death threats, from people claiming she hates autistic people even though she married an autistic man.
  • How to find common ground in a community where opinions can be so polarised.
  • Most of all, how to showcase autistic people’s awesomeness whilst talking accurately about the challenges we face.

And yep, there were things we disagreed about. (They didn’t feel like disagreements – more like discussions – and honestly, those tend to be more productive.) After that we parted, her husband giving me a lift back to the hotel.

The next day, I checked my Facebook and found this.

Yes, shared with permission because I have basic common sense.

At first I had no idea how to react. I didn’t go to her house to inspire an apology.

She followed it up a few days later with the article I linked to earlier: Three Lessons an ‘Autism Mum’ Learnt From Meeting an Adult Autistic Advocate. It’s packed full of awesome quotes like:

“It took an autistic adult to show me that someone will one day love my son as much as I do.”

“An Autistic adult entered my children’s world and made me realise how fantastic their world really is.”

“There is a huge chasm in the autism community but sometimes autistic adults and parents of autistic children can actually make for a beautiful friendship indeed.”

Dozens of people sent Miriam abusive messages and even death threats, and ultimately it changed nothing.

One autistic adult watched elevator videos with her son for an hour, and it entirely changed her perspective.

It’s now been two weeks since the visit. And Isaac still makes the 13-mile journey to my hotel on Google Street View, as a way of asking if I can come round again.

I’m not crying. You’re crying.

A word on reconciliation

I’m not going to lie: as I upload this, I’m half-expecting criticism – perhaps even abuse – for ‘talking to the opposition’ or whatever. (Even though every autistic person I’ve talked to so far about this experience has loved hearing about it.)

Do I talk with the opposition? Yes I bloody well do. I’m a liberal who has discussions with Trump supporters rather than unfriend them. I voted remain in the Brexit referendum, and debated my leave-voting friends instead of banishing them from my life. I’m a Christian who socialises with atheists, and discusses my faith with them as a close friend rather than some guy shouting from the other side of a chasm.

In case it’s not clear from this article, I believe that a personalised approach works better than yelling. And if it means eating cheese off a child’s fork after he’s repeatedly licked it, then so be it.

Because at the end of the day, the divide in the autism world shouldn’t exist. It does, of course, and there are understandable reasons why. But the divide’s not going to magically vanish if we argue with each other violently enough. Autism acceptance won’t suddenly be achieved when the 1,000,000th parent blogger has to call the police. And likewise, it won’t happen when the 1,000,000th autistic adult has been told they’re not REALLY autistic, or lives with their experiences belittled by non-autistic people.

It sounds clichéd but, like it or not, we’re in this together. Not every autistic person will have the emotional energy to reach out to parents they disagree with, and that’s fine. Self-care is vitally important (and the same goes for parents too). But for those who feel able to advocate, here’s my opinion.

Being an autistic advocate means advocating for the children of ‘Autism Moms’ as well as us adults. Even if you have ideological differences with the children’s parents.

And for parents of autistic children, being an autism advocate means advocating for us autistic adults as well as your own kids. Because Isaac and the rest of his generation will be adults one day too.

And, if we get this right, his generation will be able to have it so much better than we do.

So that’s it from me. For those who want to join Autistic Not Weird’s Facebook community, you’re more than welcome. I also make advice videos on YouTube, and because ANW is literally my job, there are rewards and thank-yous available to those who support me via Patreon.

Take care,

Chris Bonnello / Captain Quirk


Are you tired of characters with special needs being tokenised and based on stereotypes, or being the victims rather than the heroes? This novel series may interest you!

Underdogs, a near-future dystopia series where the heroes are teenagers with special needs, is a character-driven war story which pitches twelve people against an army of millions, balancing intense action with a deeply developed neurodiverse cast.

Book one can be found here:

Amazon UK | Amazon US | Amazon CA | Amazon AU
Audible (audiobook version)
Book Depository
Review page on Goodreads

Chris Bonnello is a national and international autism speaker, available to lead talks and training sessions from the perspective of an autistic former teacher. For further information please click here (opens in new window).
Autistic Not Weird on Facebook

Autistic Not Weird on YouTube  

Twitter  |  Instagram

Copyright © Chris Bonnello 2015-2020  

About The Author

24 Responses

  1. Rosa

    Thank you for writing this awesome post. You are right, the opposition should talk to each other more often. It might never truly close the gap or heal the rift, but it would certainly help to see the perspective of the “enemy”. As you said, both parties are in this together. The NT world is hostile enough towards autistic people. The autistic community should be a haven for all concerned, the kids, their parents and the autistic adults, and not a nuclear wasteland.

  2. Stephs Two Girls

    Chris, you are awesome. As is Miriam. You both teach us so much. I hope I’ve never hurt anyone with my blogging but I know for sure that if I ever have, it wasn’t intentional, just as Miriam has never intended to hurt anyone. All we can do is listen, and try to change where necessary. We all need to also appreciate that everyone is different, and no-one is perfect. You are a fantastic role-model, thank you.

  3. mauraoprisko

    Chris, this is a wonderful piece. Thank you so much for speaking up so often and encouraging unity in the autism community. You have helped me as an autism parent–beyond measure!–to love the autism in my husband and children. Thank you for this. <3

  4. Miriam's wee brother

    Chris, one Christian to another and as Miriam’s wee brother, thank you.

  5. Helen Needham

    I loved reading this, and Miriam’s post about the night you both met. Magical things come out of magical moments.

    So pleased that the night had an impact for all of you, and is also spreading into the world to have a wider impact as the two of you show what can happen when people come together

  6. Julie

    Gosh, I get this nonstop. My world as a parent of ASD child gets shattered consistently by the people who are supposed to help us.

    When I try to live normally, life is close to perfect. My 5 year old is talking a storm, loves us to pieces, is charming, loud, funny, and EXTREMELY FUN! I start to feel super proud.
    I have at least THREE parents couples saying they would want a child like mine…a little bit different, but in a charming way.

    Then I make the mistake to ask his social group therapist how did he do today in class? I have changed many therapists and inevitably, they all do that…a laundry list of deficits and problems.

    Oh MY GOD…he has great social skills with adults, but disregulates in groups with several kids. He has attention problems. Can’t sit still. If he sits in the group, sometimes he has a need to lead or turn his back. He prefers to chat with older kids, but not peers. He needs INTENSE therapy immediately to force him to socialize every waking moment with peers. He should be able to have a 50/50 reciprocal conversation, but his is 70/30.

    I say…but his IQ is 147. Even if he was completely typical child, he won’t be able to socialize with every kid, or at least to make friends. So what if he leans during circle time.

    Oh we don’t care about IQ. Oh NT kids just don’t do that.

    In other words, yeah, who cares he is smart, he has AUTISM!!!! Damaged, flawed.

    I sit perplexed…how could ANYONE not see this child’s charm…yeah, he is louder, more passionate, he doesn’t copy everything his peers do, he learned to read at 3, he loves to do math worksheets, he loves to play silly games with his family…and just doesn’t like unfamiliar peers. So what?
    Are NT disabled if they DON’T READ AT 3???

    Gosh, the world just REALLY REALLY demands that I feel bad and depressed about my child, while my gut keeps saying “Gosh, he feels so “normal”…

  7. Lucy At Home

    This was a fascinating read. I read Miriam’s post about your meet-up before coming across this one, and it really is amazing what a difference it makes taking the personalised approach. I am not involved in autism circles at all, but I am a parenting blogger, and I often wonder what people take away from my work. I try to be honest about what it’s like to be a mum, but I try to do it in a positive way because I know that I am very privileged to be a mum. I don’t know if that comes across or whether people just focus on the negatives. It is something I wonder a lot. But people need to hear that others have been there – that they’ve found it hard, that you’re not alone, that the bad times exist for everyone but that doesn’t mean that good times aren’t there too. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and reaching out across the chasm.

    And congratulations because someone loved this post so much, they added it to the BlogCrush linky! Feel free to collect your “I’ve been featured” blog badge 🙂 #blogcrush

  8. Saacnmama

    I can think of two elevators that I think are kind of cool. I hope some of Isaac’s elevators are at that link, because I’m not sure what way to film them, from the inside or outside.

    The more I read your writing, the more I was need it my son is autistic. Psychiatrists and psychologists say no, but I see his sensory issues, his comfort with routine, and how he’ll have a behavior like hair twirling or cuticle eating that h does when he needs to calm down, and I just wonder. He’s very bright, started extremely basic reading before he was two, got interrupted for a while, but got back to it and by the time he was four, he read aloud to a friend. I didn’t know them how rare friends would be in his life. It’s not just that they reject him; he is very picky about who he lets into his world. No one except me has the privelege or being all the way in. And no, I don’t do babysitters. The last time I tried, he thre shampoo and conditioner all over the ceilings and locked her out of the house. He was 7 or 8. When he was 3, a babysitter quit in tears, saying “I’m not going to let myself be abused any more”, so he had to go back to preschool while I was working. But I also did a lot of work at home with him, because he could play happily by himself for hours, as linty as he could do what he does now as a high school student—come out and put his head in my lap, or just sit with me. He is very verbal, scored in the top 10% on that part of his PSAT. Anyway, I love him dearly, and I’ve seen him hurt by people I expected them care. Hearing about adults being scared of this little boy just made my heart go out to him.

    • Saacnmama

      Oh no! I wrote that on my iPhone, leading to two problems:
      1 I didn’t see how long it was. My apologies!
      2 the phone has added some words of its own. Wish I could edit it, hope it’s understandable.
      Thanks for what you do!

  9. jofrommontreal

    That was the most refreshing and uplifting post I have read in a real long time!

    I agree with you entirely. When I entered the autism blogging world, I really did not expect the anger and animosity within the community (NT parents, autistic parents, autistic people, etc. were all on the same side, I thought), especially since my experience with my autistic child has always been such a wonderful luminous one. But what I took away from it all, what struck me the most, was also the incredible, gut-wrenching, overwhelming suffering, exploding all over, from every corner. It went straight to my heart.

    I refuse to judge another person’s suffering, even someone who’s opinions make me boil in anger. These are two entirely different things. You say you suffer, I believe you. I will never in a million years attack you personally. Now, I would like to challenge some of your arguments though. And I hope we can exchange ideas, whether we agree or not. No, let me rephrase that – especially if we don’t agree. Staying in our confort zone makes us intellectually lazy, and might also, over time, foster a lack of empathy for others who think differently.

    The conversation between autistics and parents must continue. We are natural allies, even if parents and activists’ priorities (common priorities, for the most part) might not be in the same order. And as I said, I don’t mind if my parental voice is in the background while my son’s and other autistics’ are upfront and center!

    If I can manage to find the stupid follow button (I’m the worst blogger ever), I’ll certainly look forward to your next posts!

  10. Helen Wallace-Iles

    What a wonderful, inspiring post. This is a tightrope I walk every day when running my charity and writing my blog, so I completely understand where you’re coming from. Keep up the fantastic work!

  11. -p953pnh

    There is a thing you omitted in your visit, or at least did not highlight.

    You went home.

    She stayed there.

    She stayed there when he got tired and melted down. She stayed there when she couldn’t force the world to stay quiet and show up at her house. She will be there for the rest of her life, a child unable to work full time, unable to care for himself, unable to live independently. She will never, ever have a life beyond making sure he doesn’t injure himself or someone else.

    What a cruel fate. You went home.

    • miriam

      Thank you for your comment. I am Isaac’s mum and I appreciate so much that you understand how hard it is to just ‘stay’ when it is hard. It is hard but it is also good at times too. His innocence and beauty and sincerity bring me immense comfort and make staying easier.

      It is also hard for him and for everyone else with autism too. I have a choice to stay but autistic people don’t. They have no choice but to live with their anxiety, misunderstandings, prejudice, sensory struggles and self doubt daily. I must never forget that.

      I am his mum but Chris, and other autistic adults, can still teach me so much too.

      Chris may have left physically but I would like it noted he has remained in contact as an ongoing support too.Had a cuppa and think I am ready to reply. This is what I am thinking of writing. Feel free to give comments.

      Thank you for your comment. I am Isaac’s mum and I appreciate so much that you understand how hard it is to just ‘stay’ when it is hard. It is hard but it is also good at times too. His innocence and beauty and sincerity bring me immense comfort and make staying easier.

      It is also hard for him and for everyone else with autism too. I have a choice to stay but autistic people don’t. They have no choice but to live with their anxiety, misunderstandings, prejudice, sensory struggles and self doubt daily. I must never forget that.

      I am his mum but Chris, and other autistic adults, can still teach me so much too.

      Chris may have left physically but I would like it noted he has remained in contact as an ongoing support too.

      • Rosella Altman 🐱 (@zelliej1)

        Hi, I’m replying to Miram’s post because I wanted both of you to know how I appreciate seeing autidicA adults and Autism parents reaching out and getting along. You both seem like incredible people and excellent writers. Issac and the Autism community are lucky to have both of you.

      • Larsieanne Marie Larsen

        The person that said “You went home” should never say never. Isaac could have an alternative job, or a regular one, if he wants to and reasonable accomodations and/or effort are put in, or if the traits of his autism change and he has different ones that don’t impede his ability to work. Saying “Never” damages autistics. I hope I don’t sound too harsh.

  12. Larsieanne Marie Larsen

    What a sweet story. I don’t know how Isaac’s parents acted before, as I never read their blog(s), but that woman apologized and she meant it. Her saying CaptainQuirk is the first one she found whom she would trust with her kids is great and a great sign. I wonder what the psych staff that dealt with her son were like; were they kosher? (And for the record I’m asking honestly information-lacking questions here, I want to understand the situation better.)

  13. About ASD

    Thank you so much for this fantastic post. Actions really do have a much greater impact on people than words. Our words can often be very hurtful to others even when not intended, but actions really can change people. Personally as a parent to a young autistic child I want to learn as much as possible from both autistic adults and other parents. We would be a much stronger voice together x

    • CaptainQuirk

      Thanks a lot for your comment. 🙂 Everything you said is absolutely true.

  14. Amber D.

    This post is so beautiful. Thank you for sharing. I feel both sides since I’m an Aspie and I am the mom of an Aspie. My son’s struggles and gifts have opened my eyes to things I’ve tried to forget about my childhood and social issues I still struggle with. I think I’ve always wanted to be “normal”, feel “normal”, and have a “normal” family. I’m learning that “normal” isn’t in our cards and that’s okay. May God’s strength be shown in my weakness. I can’t imagine living without the intense passion God has given me for His Word through not just my faith but also Aspergers. I can say the same for my interest in the arts and the love I have for my family. I can be child-like in a way that most “normal” people can’t be…and I think it fills my days with wonder. I see things differently…and so does my son. It makes life interesting. There are super hard days as well, but I’m sure that makes us all stronger. I think on good days I’d probably post about the beauty of neurodiversity in myself and in my child…on the bad days I’d probably post about the hardships of parenting an Aspie and my frustrations at my own Aspie-ness. There’s a lot of hate towards Aspies on the net. It’s nice to find such a positive article. It gives me hope. Blessings, Amber D.

    • CaptainQuirk

      Hi Amber, thanks a lot for the kind words. Rally appreciated. 🙂 God bless and happy Easter, Chris

  15. Aiyana Bailin

    Thank you so much for existing. When I read “I can’t imagine what it’s like to not see an autistic child as awesome” I nearly cried for happiness to know that I’m not the only person who feels this way. I’m a respite carer. My clients are some of the coolest kids on earth, and as far as I’m concerned, the “weirder,” the better. But it saddens me that so many people don’t appreciate autistic people at all. We need more folks like you! Every kid like Isaac needs and deserves an adult like you in their life.


Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Pin It on Pinterest

Share This
%d bloggers like this:
More in Autism/Asperger's, Everything, Other
I just found out I’m autistic. What do I do now?

When I first found out I was autistic, I didn’t take it well. (Spoiler alert- things have changed a lot...