I was grown up with children of different neurologies. Three of them on the autistic spectrum, including myself. I have never had problems to communicate with them, whether on a nonverbal or a verbal way. We’ve learned sign-language at an early age and had a very social interaction towards each other. We loved each other. Because nobody loved us, our high level of empathy towards each other made us survive. Our care-mother was a very violent person who punished and tortured us over eighteen years. We had to function the way she wanted it. But because we couldn’t, we had to stand the torture. At some days we did not speak a word, though words would have been there to share…our surroundings silenced us. At home and in school we’ve got the ’slightly retarded‘ label very quickly and so there was nothing more to expect of us. At some days we’ve been glad about being unseen. We’ve lived in our own little world. My caresister and I hided away on playgrounds, parking-places and on the balcony of my room and turned back home as late as possible just not to show up in this hateful environment, in hope we would not give anyone a reason to shout on us or spank us for nothing. As a child, I have never learned to feel empathy on neurotypical people as I felt for my allies, because I never got the chance to. As I grew up, I started to realize, that something essential was missing and so I put a lot of effort into this learning process, so I could understand nonautistic people on a better level. Today I still have my problens with it, but they are not priority anymore and often invisible. This invisibility causes me great suffering sometimes, but I have a deep feeling of thankfulness, that my communication with neurotypicals functions much better and this is what I think about when I feel left alone and depressed. But the fight against depressions often feels in vain, when I get to read the news on autism research. And it feels completely senseless, when I hear the ‚missing-empathy‘-arguments of neurotypical people, because they would never put that much effort and work or even the time into learning empathy towards autistic people. It’s easier to remain on the predjudice, that all autistics have a lack of empathy and ignore their great emotional ability of keeping a deep empathy for those in the same or even a more difficult situation.
If each of them would have a day of being empathic to each little thing existing and seing it through eyes free of premade opinions, this would truly be a place of much more acceptance, where everyone could find a little love and less research required.
Boycott Autism Speaks
and start listening to those talked about.