I’m on the cusp, in the run up to a brave new decade. Contemporary culture demands I declare it the new something. Always something younger than, always more energetic than, and ever more ‘positive’ than before!
I simply feel old. This is desperately, desperately unfashionable. I do know this. I should be scaling mountains and learning to yodel.
I want everyone at Arts Council England to know that telling anyone who begins a conversation by saying that they have struggled with access (in a nay context and for any reason) to get networked in, is simply not equitable. And I’m sorry, but for invisible disability it’s like telling a wheelchair user to grow a leg.
It’s perhaps important to conclude with the view that faux enablers are not necessarily ‘bad people’ per se. They may have good intentions which are simply maladaptive. This is tricky, because the truly malicious may be easier to discern and disengage from. In the end it doesn’t really matter – the only thing which does matter is you.
But unmasking means changing habits and changing thought patterns too. Unmasking means I can begin to find my own contours and stay me shaped for longer. This makes it easier to locate myself if I have to mask. I can recover more quickly too.
I’ll put it out there – I’ve had a very challenging time of it recently. It’s a funny thing finding out you’re autistic late in life. I still sometimes wake up in surprise at my ‘newfound’ situation – and lately find myself astonished at some random moment in my day when my autism is revealedContinue reading “Face it! #prosopagnosia #autism.”
Some days I hear blather. It’s talking or something else. You say it. And we cut the grass. The wind blows. She is moaning. Causation, causation. I will meet you at the station. Ah, but you won’t be there. Because this is the longest day. And I won’t swim in the sea,Continue reading “The longest day. #autism”