Recently, RFK Jr., nephew of the man who ended the Cuban Missile Crisis, who was the leader of the ambitious mission to beat the Soviets to the moon, the founder of the Peace Corps, beloved 35th president, and methamphetamine enthusiast, John F Kennedy Jr., stated;
“These are kids who will never pay taxes, they’ll never hold a job, they’ll never play baseball, they’ll never write a poem, they’ll never go on a date, many of them will never use a toilet unassisted”, and the ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder) community (rightfully) went ballistic.
The Autism moms especially weren't having it.
The pediatricians who said, "Well, he doesn't look Autistic," and refused to entertain testing.
The 18-month-long wait list to see the psychologist who said, "He can make eye contact, so he's not Autistic".
The 2-year wait for the in-home services for my non-verbal child that were closed out after a month because "he's not being cooperative."
The pre-K program director, who said he didn't know his alphabet because he couldn't say it when asked (again, non-verbal) and recommended a special education class.
The special education teacher who ended up sending him to other random classrooms because he "wasn't a good fit", so he ended up having no set classroom at all.
The people I've had to verbally clothesline when they started suggesting I buy only organic, give them a good whooping, buy non-GMOs, try colloidal silver, don't get vaccines, try having them drink bleach
The psychiatrist who finally diagnosed him and asked me why I didn't "seek services sooner."
The IEP meetings where we'd outline his plan just for the school to not follow the fucking plan.
The countless days of missed work.
The sleepless nights and bleary-eyed days managing nightmares, "behaviors", coping mechanisms...
The kicking in doors to get resources only to be told there isn't funding, or providers, or they don't take my insurance, or I'm not in the right place...
This would be a good point to mention that I have been on the waiting list for the Developmental Pediatrician I was told my child "absolutely needs" for eleven years.
And then, like the warriors they are, my kids graduated from high school. Got jobs. Made friends. Went from non-verbal to verbal. Have interests and hobbies. Have goals for their futures. The meltdowns became less frequent. They have resources and providers in place. There is a flow that fits them.
And then this motherfucker...
However, as I set aside my own experiences as a parent of children with Autism, I see a much more dangerous picture.
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