Here’s a hilarious bit of nonsense, though: I get more depressed watching people talk up autistic exceptionalism than I do watching people talk up alleged or desired so-called “cures”. Cure talk doesn’t make me hate my autism; superpower talk does.
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Here’s a hilarious bit of nonsense, though: I get more depressed watching people talk up autistic exceptionalism than I do watching people talk up alleged or desired so-called “cures”. Cure talk doesn’t make me hate my autism; superpower talk does.