You’re Not Disabled Enough/You’re Not Special Enough

A tale of one autism.

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You’re not disabled enough. You can talk and read, and you speak in full, articulate sentences. You have some trouble understanding social cues. It’s hard for you to be in a group.

But that’s not really a disability. Get over yourself.

You get far too exhausted at work and have to come home and nap, or you’ll get headaches and crash out. That’s not really a disability, though. Who likes work? Nobody likes work. Now, have some babies. Have a husband. You’re being lazy.

You didn’t suffer enough. You were only in foster care as a baby. You don’t really even remember it. You remember feelings — confusion, fear, shadows. But it’s not enough to claim it. You can’t claim you were in foster care.

You didn’t suffer enough, and you’re not disabled enough. You can just push through. In fact, so many people would love to have the problems you have. You’re just whining. You’re just complaining.

You don’t know what a real disability is. People like you are an insult to those with REAL disabilities.

Why don’t you see your differences as a good thing, for me? For us? You can change your perspective, and choose to see yourself as unique, as special.