I've been staring at the artwork this morning. It has connected with me. It is the perfect image of what it means to be a neurodivergent family and live that truth as a family together.
This morning I woke to a few posts in my social media feeds about the 'new' muppet to hit Sesame Street, Julia. She's an autistic 4yo with red hair, green eyes, a stuffed toy, and a really, really big smile. She loves picking flowers and painting. I'm an autistic parent with three kids, including autistic almost-4yo twins. One of my twins has a lot in common with Julia.
I often struggle with feelings of inadequacy as a parent, and with frustrations at the ways my neurodivergence bumps up against my children's needs and society's expectations of me as a mother. I've noticed recently in laughing with friends about our quirks, and reassuring and supporting others, that this feeling of inadequacy is common. In lieu of a blog post, I popped outside to try my hand at sending you a message via video.
Every day more families with autistic children are taking them out of school, out of therapy and out of 'special needs' programs. In natural parenting, homeschool, unschool, and gentle parenting groups online, I meet more of us than ever before, finding our place away from the mainstream where we have been hurt and our children attempted to be moulded in ways we don't want.
I became a mother not knowing I was autistic. Surprisingly, it was the first time I was truly aware of how different I am to neurotypical women. In my 20s, I moved cities and left behind high-school friendships. I made choices to work and build friendships in social justice communities. By day I could work with … Continue reading autistic women, motherhood and friendship
How do I learn to accept my child? Know that you love your child. Even if you don't understand everything about them, know that you love them and that is enough. Acceptance takes time. Continue to love and support your child as you always have. The more you learn about them and who they are, the easier it will be to accept them. It will stop looking like "that is my child who is Queer" and look more like "that is my child and I love them no matter what."
My parents thought that it was just a phase for me when I came out as bisexual at seventeen. I’m twenty-one, and I’m bisexual. Nothing has changed. Or just one thing: because my parents didn’t want to accept me, didn’t want to believe me, because they said harmful things to me, I don’t trust them anymore. And I don’t think I will one day trust them again.
Hello wonderful community! My friend, Ayman Eckford from St Petersburg in Russia, got in touch recently and asked for help reaching out to our neuroqueer community to answer some questions for LGBTQIA+ autistic young people and their families. Can you help? Ayman has a few questions for you that will be shared here and also translated in to Russian … Continue reading Queer and Autistic? Help us answer some Qs from Russian families
Elisa and Martin died along with their parents and their family dog this week. Their murder was pre-meditated with a complicated system of gas bottles filtering a lethal gas through their ceiling. As a parent of three children, the news of their death has hit me hard. Elisa and Martin's faces on my phone, computer and TV are heartbreakingly beautiful in a way that all children are.
Michelle is joining other families for my blog series about neurodiverse families. Hooray! If you haven't met Michelle yet, she writes about neurodiversity, advocacy, respectful parenting, neurodivergent identity and lots more at Michelle Sutton Writes (and she's awesome!).