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some criticism of the #LSELitFest Autism in the Arts event from an #actuallyautistic attendee

This past Wednesday an impossible miracle: I left not only the house but the actual city, travelling down (up?) to London to seek my fortune. Well, to seek the LSE Litfest and their Autism in the Arts panel, so in fact all I found was a blogpost and minus £17.80 for the train ticket and… Continue reading some criticism of the #LSELitFest Autism in the Arts event from an #actuallyautistic attendee

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getting rid of us won’t keep you safe: #actuallyautistic rage, MIT, and eugenics

In the second installment of Sophia Yells At Universities On Social Media: MIT! I’m not going to go overly into detail about why this article shows that MIT’s new 20 million dollar autism centre is a thinly-disguised eugenics party, mostly because I’ve already done so here on Facebook. (Also not gonna talk about that patronising… Continue reading getting rid of us won’t keep you safe: #actuallyautistic rage, MIT, and eugenics

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elaborations on the neurotypical-run autism panel at LSELitfest

(Figured I might as well post the whole thing here, so everyone’s clear on the position. As always, sorry, I’m incredibly long-winded, so I’ll present it without comment and spare you the secondary essay.) From: Me To whom it may concern, Hi. I hope I’m sending this to the most appropriate email address. It’s recently come… Continue reading elaborations on the neurotypical-run autism panel at LSELitfest

autism · pop culture overanalysis

am i talking too loud – neurodiversity and lin-manuel miranda’s hamilton

if you follow me on Twitter you might know that my lifelong sleeplessness has of late gone from formless insomnia to the sharp-edged specificity of I Have An Interest And Now My Emotions Are Keeping Me Awake Please Help Me I’m So Tired. Yeah, who isn’t obsessed with Hamilton, I know. But I have an… Continue reading am i talking too loud – neurodiversity and lin-manuel miranda’s hamilton

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grow up, kiddo: the neurotypical adulthood trap

Something of an ongoing internal conflict with myself, only recently realised and made conscious. The first part I already knew: I do not like the phrase ‘mental age’. It’s something I associate almost entirely with people sat behind me on the bus burbling out some supposedly-spontaneous chatter about their, idk, cousin, niece, the random child they… Continue reading grow up, kiddo: the neurotypical adulthood trap