Trigger Warning: Ableism/erasure
This is a piece I wrote for the MOOC on Disability. Yeah. Um. I'm a wee bit nervous about it because I see plenty of disabled perspectives on other disabilities, but autism seems to get mostly relative (esp parent) perspectives and that's seriously not OK.
Disability has meant different things
to me at different times. When I was little, really little, it didn't
really mean anything to me because I didn't know
anything about it. It wasn't really talked about, which is weird,
considering that I'm partially named after my aunt who had
multiple disabilities. My middle
name was her name. But it wasn't talked about much.
Like,
really, it wasn't talked about. My first memory related to disability
is one that I didn't even realize at the time was related to
disability. I was eight or so, and I'd just read an article in a
magazine talking about a family with an autistic son. He sounded a
lot like me. I asked my mom if I
was autistic. I don't remember all the details, but the answer gave
me several impressions: 1) Autism is bad. [Not a good impression to
give the autistic 8 year old...] 2) Autism is the kid rocking in the
corner [something I do when upset, actually] who can't speak [I vary
from no speech at all to here let me tell you all about
everything have all the words
depending on a lot of things.] 3) Gifted kids are weird, and that's
all that's up with me. [Wrong, wrong, wrong.] I don't think the word
disability came up in the conversation, though I'm sure it was in the
article. It didn't stick out. The fact that this boy had so much in
common with me and that I had most of the traits they said were signs
of autism? That's what stuck out.
When I
was nine, they sent me in for testing. Disability wasn't talked about
there, either, at least not to me. I've since found out that my
elementary school was convinced I had something
pretty much from the start, so I'd guess that's related. I've also
since found out that there were some “findings” the person
evaluating me wanted to talk to my mother about but left off the
report to the school.
I
think the first time I heard about disability where people actually
used that word was when my mom was talking about her sister. One
story that I've heard a ton of times was about how my aunt, who
didn't speak until she was eight or nine, carried
around a Sears catalog and pointed to words to communicate.
Considering other things that we know about her and the fact that
autism runs in families, my guess is that she was autistic too, in
addition to the other stuff she had.
I
wasn't really sure what disability meant, still. People didn't talk
about it. I might have defined it as “that thing no one really
talks about.”
Eventually
we managed to find out that yes, I really am
Autistic. The meaning of disability had to get a lot more defined at
that point, since it became a label that I knew
applied to me.
Disability
is a part of a person, but it's also imposed on a person. It's
complicated. The set of abilities that we have? The stuff that we can
and can't do? That's part of us, part of who we are. The
discrimination, the lack of accommodation, the stuff that turns it
from “this is a thing I can't do” into a disability? That comes
from outside- it's a social construction. A lot of people get
confused because they think that social construction somehow means
not real, and that's not what it means at all. A lot of the time, it
means assigning values and expectations to things that are already
there, maybe trying to fit people into boxes that don't really work,
like when people think disability means “can't do anything.”
At
this point, I think disability is what we get when society fails at
making things accessible and Disability is the community and identity
of when those of us who are excluded for this reason band together.
Or being autistic means having a certain neurology, being Autistic
means being part of a group of people who support each other and work
together and have some culture stuff and are also autistic. Language.
It's cool like that.
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