you’re the last best thing I got going. but then the special secret sickness starts to eat through you, what am I supposed to do? no way of knowing, so I follow you down your twisting alleyways, find a few cul-de-sacs of my own. there’s only one place this road ever ends up, and i don’t wanna die alone. let me down, let me down, let me down gently…
Everyone in the world ever has already heard about how amazing this dude is, right? Yes? Good. You should have. (For anyone who is not aware, the best news story I’ve found so far is this one. But this is the guy’s actual site.)
I always tried to tell my parents what people said to me, including teachers. And my mom’s favorite story is that my kindergarten teacher complained about how I always drew rainbows. My mom explained that I was a little different (we didn’t know yet that I was also autistic; I wasn’t diagnosed until I was nine because in the early 90s HFA Did Not Happen To Girls) and also that I just really liked rainbows and should be able to draw whatever I wanted.
The kindergarten teacher ignored my mom.
So I proceeded to color pages in black during drawing time. Entirely black. For the next week. Until she told me I could draw whatever I wanted.
Autism Self Advocacy Network members: self-advocating before they knew what ‘advocacy’ actually meant.
ETA: My mother says it was actually a lot longer than a week. “It was longer than a week, it was a lot longer, you were determined,” she writes.
i love iatrogenic very much for things like this. also that father up there? that dude right there?