When autism speaks in my life, it doesn’t come through a single channel or through the filter of a single organization. Often, it doesn’t even use words.
When autism speaks in my life most powerfully, when autism speaks directly to my heart, autism speaks to me through Brooke, and Miss M, and GP, and Andrew, and Nik, and Ben, and Oliver, and Charlie, and John, and Sam, and Charlotte, and Isaac, and Rooster, and Foster, and Dev, and Rocco, and Fluffy, and Evan, and Boo, and TH, and Kyan, and Buddy Boy, and India, and N., and Leo, and Nat, and Megan, and RM, and Caleb, and Rhema, and Jesse, and Elizabeth, and Ray, and Jaysen, and Sweet M, and Christopher, and Connor, and Keegan, and Katie, and Kate, and Ian, and Brian, and Brandon, and Adam, and three Jacks, and two Henrys, and so, so many others, who have touched my life in indelible ways.
When autism speaks in my life, it speaks to me through Bud.
That’s why I love this video from Rethinking Autism.
It’s also why I’m lighting it up blue tomorrow for World Autism Awareness Day.
To me, their goals are not mutually exclusive.
And to quote my friend Jess (again), "Awareness is not the goal, but the means by which we will achieve it."
Happy Autism Awareness Month, friends. Thank you for bringing your children into my life. Thank you for helping them speak to me.