Thanks to a poll from Autism Speaks on twitter (as if there weren’t enough polls on this subject already), we got yet another valid argument against person-first language.
As long as this debate gathers new polls, I will keep writing about it, and I think I found the perfect metaphor.
My autism isn’t a piece of Dolce and Gabanna luggage that you can lose on your next flight to Lorett Del Mar. It isn’t a baby that you can tragically forget in your car during a heatwave. It isn’t an alien that burst out of your chest while dancing to “Hello, my baby. Hello, my honey” before vanishing in the kitchen.
My salsa, I mean…, my autism is a part of me. My autism is me. It is the chemistry in my brain. It IS how my brain processes information. My brain is me. So, my autism is me. This is my autism, there are many like it, but this one is mine. (Full metal autism?)
I hope that this poll by autism speaks will be the last of its kind. I’m sick of clicking on the same answer in every poll that shows up, having to correct every nitwit that thinks it knows my disability better because they paid money to listen to some boring professor drone on about autism and how it kidnaps children in then night after they got those evil vaccines.
I am tired of having to defend my position again and again and again and again (ad infinitum).
I hope this post settles it (somewhat comedically).