…what I hear is that you think I merely coexist with autism and that if it could just be gotten rid of, I would suddenly somehow be merely a “person”.
But I am a person. An autistic person. It is me and I am it. It’s not all that I am, but it’s part of me and I do not coexist with it: I exist with it.
I exist. Not as some poor creature with a veneer of autism painted on that can be removed if only you scrub hard enough. I exist as a grown, fully autistic person with all that entails and I have every right to exist as any other individual on this planet.
I am an autistic person and I am not ashamed of that. There is nothing wrong with that. It’s who I am, and I accept that.
It’s time for the rest of the world to accept it too.