“I don’t eat with the other teachers,” my sister admitted. “I can’t stand listening to them for more than a minute.”
“Yeah, today they were competing to see who had the worst auto-immune disease and then one of them said you can cure Aspergers with a powder you order online.“
I’m glad I wasn’t there, because I’d have jumped all over that one.
Really? From where? Is it cocaine? Y’all on the Dark Web? Is it high in protein? Where does a brother gotta go to get this?
Maybe it’s a misguided suburban white woman thing, but there’s a certain point at which natural remedies beggar belief.
There’s no magic cure for autism.
But really, that’s the wrong assumption to begin with.
What is there to cure?
Social anxiety? Aversion to eye contact? Empathetic difficulties? Stimming? Hyperlexia?
I’m not going to dismiss the idea of learning to cope and adapt. Far from it.
But thinking that autism is some disease or debilitating condition that demands treatment with some voodoo?
Too bad there’s no magic powder that cures ignorance.
Stop trying to ‘cure’ us.
Be curious. Ask questions. Gain some understanding.
We’re always trying to understand the ‘other’ world better.
You can too.