Autistic people matter

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Why do people have to. Dehumanise autistic peoples needs for, a lot of NTs do. Not all of course I think sometimes they, can intentionally buy it’s awful. It does really irritate me, when NTs say going to a SEN school is lucky. Why is it lucky autistic people, can not go to a regular school. Of course some can, why is it lucky we need extra support. Why is it lucky how is that luck it is not it’s horrible to be told that.

Or they say they’d love that. When they do not go so they do no know what, it is like it’s awful. Lot of use have to watch kids get, really badly injured there. Someone getting there needs met that, is not luck that’s standard it’s not cool to have. When we require extra support or don’t function how, is that luck how. We are human to.

Some people are just stupid.

When I worked in a college for 16-18 year olds, a very silly student said to me how lucky another student was to have a wheelchair and not have to walk everywhere. He had a life limiting condition FFS. He died when he was 19. That's not lucky.

Often people just see something and assume it's lucky or good or enjoyable without thinking of the consequences or way the person has to live their lives.

Autistic people do matter. I would say that going to a regular school is off limits to a lot of autistic people. I went to mainstream school and it was hell. I was verbally bullied every day and was occasionally, physically assaulted.

Around this neck of the woods (South Central PA, specifically, York County, if you’re not “normal” in any sense of the word, you deserve to be vilified and exterminated. I’m a perfect example; my brothers drove me out of mom’s estate when she died, shortly after I got my diagnosis. I haven’t spoken to my 2 youngest siblings in almost 13 years; they’d rather I drop dead, so they can dance all over my rotting fat carcass. I now no longer talk to number 2 brother, when he and wife refused to attend my church on the anniversary of our Dad’s death and my brother’s birthday. When I call his phone number, he never answers, even though he’s now retired. I tell people about my diagnosis, and the hostility starts up. A few treat my kindly, and will listen, but generally I stay in my apartment, with the door locked at all times.