It’s Autism Sunday (Pity Party at Church)
by Kate Gladstone It’s Autism Sunday, that one day a year We welcome in fellowship “those folks” ’round here. We pray to become more…
by Kate Gladstone It’s Autism Sunday, that one day a year We welcome in fellowship “those folks” ’round here. We pray to become more…
by Shannon Des Roches Rosa There’s a saying we overuse in my household: “All done, [X]!” We’ve actually swiped the saying from our son Leo,…
by Amanda Baggs This is a personal description of some of what autism means to me. Because even among other autistic people such descriptions…
from Lydia Brown, at Autistic Hoya Dear well-meaning strangers, During this month, you will be bombarded with public service announcements, billboards, letters, emails, graphics, and…
by Kassiane S. I often say awareness is the No Child Left Behind of advocacy. It’s a start, but no means a finishing point we…
by Kathryn Bjornstad-Kelly I knew autism awareness before I knew I was Autistic. I didn’t know what autism was, but I heard the word all…
Greetings and Happy April 2012! The Autistic Self Advocacy Network is celebrating Autism Acceptance Month by posting essays in the blog section of our website…
by Paula C. Durbin-Westby Early intervention and treatment is important! If caught early enough, negative attitudes toward autism and other disabilities can be minimized…
ASAN is currently gathering interest for a new chapter at Syracuse University, where a regional symposium on neurodiversity and autistic self-advocacy will take place August 5, 2011.
ASAN President Ari Ne’eman gave an exclusive interview to Wired.com editor Steve Silberman about the shift in the national dialogue on autism toward issues of civil rights,…
An essay by Mark Stairwalt. Years ago, before the coming of the cell phone, I was the driver of a Freightliner FLD 120, an imposing, long-nosed boat of a semi tractor that crisscrossed the United States and parts of Canada with a 53-foot trailer in tow. Never mind that as a driver of a commercial vehicle one ends up memorizing the locations of countless truckstops, customers, scale houses, steep grades, and unlikely parking spots; what was truly impressive back then was that drivers would end up cataloging the locations of every accessible payphone along every route in every state we frequented.
An essay by Stephanie Allen Crist. A little boy steps off the bus, confused by his unexpected surroundings. This year—the year he starts kindergarten—the bus stops at the backdoor of a new school, instead of the front entrance of his neighborhood school, after a much longer bus ride. Maybe he knows he’s being ushered into this new school through the backdoor, maybe he doesn’t. Maybe he even knows the classroom he enters is segregated from his peers.