I didn’t want to read the second article, the Singer one.

I kinda thought the GRASP one sounded sort of OK until it was pointed out the illogic and waffliness and therapy-speak of it. And, hello, if you think we are all one spectrum, why do you want to further divide us up into an alphabet soup, then? And what about people who are a B in one part of their life and a Y in another? I am not the only one.

So I finally read the Singer article. Eeeew. Someone in AFF forum or someone whose blog name I can’t remember, did a good takedown of this, by pointing out what abilities Singer had admitted her daughter has (hardworking, sweet, starting to communicate by voice, etc.), while saying she has no abilities. What gall she has, to say a person is “not abled” at all?!?!?! And what must it be like living in a house where they think that of you?!
I am just guessing here, and I hope this isn’t view-from-above-ness… but IMO it would take someone very strong to maintain a nice personality in such environment. If that were me, I could see being full-on 24/7 bitter and bitchy by age 9, instead of just having some instances of acting out.

And those who are respected are not. What if I were to say, “The chair of the National Autism Board, Ferna Glumwatt, is happy and at peace right now.” or “ABA therapists are fairly miserable and downtrodden but some are happy in their own little world.”, “Surgeons are usually happy in their surgical arenas.”. “The head of the board of radiology clinicians are often sad and in deep need of care.”. Most would say WTH? But for us? It’s a daily comment on my life and the lives of others with my condition/label/whatever that I can do without. It helps them to think I’m in a state of emotionalized drama so they can then play their feel good role of “the helpful helper” or “have helped” or “understander”. Ick! I want them to go away, fly a kit, read a book. I could do without their pity and their sick perverted “feelings”.

Perhaps I need to write a book. “The poor little tiny ABA therapist that could.” or “the ugly curebie.” (and are all our worlds “tiny”, “cute”, and “full of poppies”?) Yes, I spend hours and hours a day in my cute vast rolling valleys of poppies and daffodils. (ok, some days I do but it’s for half an hour at a time thank you., other days, it’s usually just thinking about the idiots at work like it is with most people but perhaps I’m a tad more fixated on it :D)

http://autisticbfh.blogspot.com/2006/10/articles-of-tasty-prey.html