“You cannot fix what is not broken. Autism is not a disease. We are not incomplete puzzles—we are whole human beings. We are not tragedies—we are products of neurodiversity. Eliminating autism means eliminating us,” Chelsea Dub The Art of Autism celebrates Autistic Pride Day today. Autism prid…

By Jocelyn Eastman I am pleased to finally publish the second installment of our #AutismSweets series. I know it is not quite Netflix, but I certainly enjoyed being able to hear some of the different points of view and some of the surprising things that came in during this part. The fun thing about…

By Jocelyn Eastman After seeing all of these delicious cakes (Inspired by the SugarArt4Autism Project) and hearing how many different collaborations took place for the cakes to be made, I thought to myself, ‘What could we learn from the cake artist experience? The cakes are beautiful, but how are pe…

Autistic people, diagnosed or not, are not here to prove themselves to you, me or anyone else by virtue of “how autistic they are.” By Jocelyn Eastman CN: A Teensy Bit of Vulgarity and Bad Language for effect I’m truly a lucky woman. I don’t have any diagnosed children who would have compelled…

Many therapies with the intent to cure are dangerous to our health. We are not science experiments. We are human beings. We are your children. By Jocelyn Eastman Part 3 in a 3-part series Part 1 – I am Standing Right Here – Don’t Speak for Me Part 2 – I am Standing Right Here…

We want to be on the same page because we don’t want your children to be another statistic. By Jocelyn Eastman Part 2 in a 3-Part Series Part 1 – I am standing right here  – Don’ Speak for Me TW/CW: Violence and abuse in multiple forms, murder of disabled and autistic person…

Being autistic is not about living in a vacuum, sucking in everything around you, living in an existence shutout from your environment. If anything, the environment becomes more real, more painful, more evident. By Jocelyn Eastman Part 1 in a 3-Part Series TW/CW: Upsetting dialogue, discussion of p…

I remember just standing there asking why it had to be me. Joanna was the only person outside of my home I had ever really been friends with, and now I would not be able to be in her class or see Jessica at recess. I can still see her face even now, with her blue eyes and dark hair in a ponytail, a…