My Mom | When Mommie Dearest Knows Best Celebrates Autism Appreciation Month By Being Lazy

Happy Autism Awareness/Acceptance/Appreciation Month to everyone except my mom!

I know it sounds like a stretch, but here I am still living with Martha Stewart's low-effort far-removed second cousin I call my mom.

Here's the thing, autistic people have this thing called demand avoidance, and that's a normal experience to have. As an autistic person, I struggle to have my autonomy and saying NO to being anyone's errand boy. Too bad my mom doesn't follow the rules, which is why she sees me and other neurodivergent people as the blue earth.

Let me spell it out for people: just because you enter a new decade in age, doesn't mean your life is over. Yet my mom thinks she's a geriatric woman for someone in her fifties. All she had to do was go to physical therapy, take her estrogen, and move around more. But it's hard work and she doesn't enjoy that. Sucks to suck, bitch.

What I would like for my message to be for this year's Autism Appreciation Month is this: Just because some autistic people enjoy moving around their home, doesn't mean they're not as disabled as you would want to expect. Moving around happens to be stimming. If that is any indicator, a neurotypical living with an autistic person should move around more, instead of using the autistic person for your convenience.

Mom, take notes. This is autism acceptance without taking my disability for granted.