It is autism acceptance month. For who I ask? Who needs the message more than us ourselves. As a child, I thought my autism made me bad. It is what I heard, what I experienced through others and even myself. My body was derelict of duty, betraying me always. How do you make peace with yourself?
People judge; it is the way of it. But my harshest critic was me. Life with autism is no picnic, but we need to be kind to ourselves. Accepting autism means accepting ourselves. Acceptance starts with ourselves.