What I Saw

Reblogged from Autistic Chick

I left the gym, I had to, because the music made me uncomfortable. I stood by the door.

I waited. I turned toward the door to the gym, and I saw a classmate burst through the door, an aide inches behind him. The aide grabbed a strap on his vest and stopped him cold. The student struggled. Aides thronged at the little windows.
I know what they saw.
They didn’t see someone asking to be taken for a walk. They didn’t see him begging to have some space.
They saw an escape attempt. A noncompliant escape attempt. A student trying to outsmart the teachers, to get his way.
They saw someone who didn’t understand the point of P.E.
They saw a runner. Continue reading

beyond tolerance

Beyond tolerance: valued, supported and celebrated

a diary of a mom

There was a time that I thought that tolerance was the goal. I used the word freely. “Awareness,” I would say in the first speech I ever gave, “leads to tolerance.”

And then I began to understand that no one in this life is looking to be “tolerated.” Because, you see, to tolerate means to “allow the existence, occurrence, or practice of (something that one does not necessarily like or agree with) without interference.” No human being should have as their goal being allowed to exist despite, well, anything.

No.

So I began to change my language. I began to say that awareness leads to understanding and understanding leads to acceptance. Because acceptance means “the action or process of being received as adequate or suitable, typically to be admitted into a group,” and wasn’t that what we were going for? Being included? Welcomed? Valued?

And yet .. “adequate?” Is…

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