15/11/2021
- Tan necesario que sea reconocido el autismo severo.
💙 Apegarnos a la realidad y actuar en pro de ella.
“I’d tell you ‘severe autism is real…’
…if I could.
But I can’t.
I can’t because severe autism prevents me — I can’t communicate beyond basic needs, and that’s mostly with my iPad.
Severe autism brings me to hurt myself, and sometimes others, from the deep frustration of not making myself understood. No matter how hard I try. No matter how hard they try.
The chasm severe autism has put between me and my peers makes having friends nearly impossible. What we enjoy is often too different.
In many ways, severe autism makes me fearless! An admirable trait but dangerous when not paired with the ability to stay safe. I find it fun to run into the street without looking. Mommy doesn’t.
Severe autism means I’ll need my mommy and daddy for the rest of my life. Not like everyone else. Like a little kid needs his mommy and daddy.
Severe autism — my autism — is the type you don’t see much of on TV. I’ll never graduate from college. I won’t get married. I’m not a math genius solving impossible problems or sketching out a cityscape in photographic detail. I need assistance to get through the day, every day, with doing the things people take for granted.
My autism isn’t glamorous, but I’m still a human being — I want love, attention, and care. I don’t want to be forgotten.
I don’t have a voice of my own, but don’t forget about severe autism. Maybe this is what I’d tell you if I could, one of the many, many things, or maybe not. I need an advocate to speak up for me, to tell the world I exist, to say that autism is not often a superpower. For me and many others, autism can be a lifelong disability — autism can be severe.
Tell them for me that severe autism is real.”
