A bitch is always concerned when folks take on autism as a cause. As the younger sister of an autistic adult, I have spent my entire life listening to people define what is clearly defined for me and mine.
They almost always get it fucking wrong, take it negative and make life with an autistic seem like a never ending hell.
Enter Patricia Heaton of the confused but gleeful to step into all manner of social issues Heatons, who is all over the press on behalf of a group called Cure Autism Now.
See, this bitch isn’t exactly sure when autism became the cause du jour. C-Money and I have been busy as hell trying to stay on top of my brother’s needs as his guardians. At some point America woke up to the spectrum of autism and celebrity involvement soon followed.
Fuck it, most of the attention has been for the good and a bitch doesn’t have to reference Rain Man anymore (wink).
But if I have to suffer through another celebrity interview featuring a tearful sorta-star crying over autism I’m going to puke!
I’ve never known a world without autism in it and my life isn’t a non-stop sob fest. It ain’t always easy, but daaaaaammmnn…it ain't all that.
Give me fucking break!
No…for real…give it a break, for the love of all that is celebritized and therefore instantly relevant.
My brother is 36 years old. He is profoundly autistic, has a vocabulary of less than 100 words and is a pretty cool dude. He has friends…his sisters get on his nerves…he enjoys French fries and rides on the MetroLink.
Do I wish they could find the cause of autism?
Yes, but not because the sight of my brother makes me cringe with pain and sorrow.
Chill the fuck out, Patricia Heaton! Wipe your sanctified eyes, because me and mine don’t need your tears.
What I need is a fully funded community based program for profoundly autistic adults with transportation included....and some motherfucking dental coverage for him too.
I came to terms with a different kind of normal years ago and when people ask me for advice because they have an autistic in their life I tell them to do just that. Re-define normal, because life is worthy of living rather than forever lamenting a condition that isn’t a punishment from a vengeful Gawd.
I applaud Congress for passing the Combating Autism Act.
Way to accomplish something (wink)!
Declare war on autism, Congress, and a bitch will support you...to a point and with caution, since most of y’all don’t have the sense you were born with.
But mind that you don’t declare war on autistics...that you don’t stigmatize the individual as you try to bring attention to the syndrome.
Oh, and could someone toss Patricia Heaton a career-based bone before she fucks up autism advocacy the way she tried to fuck up stem cell research and the Schiavo situation?
Lawd, give me strength…