Being, at least for a few decades, someone’s everything
We excuse ourselves from doing arduous things that would build stronger character traits
Diversity is not the weird appropriations and erasures that pass for acceptance
Why do we expect extreme labor from autistic people, while we do none?
Our children live in the empty granaries beneath your castle
Remind yourself: I am an ableist. I am exhausting to be around
Let there be no room for pity and scorn...just mutual delight
You are safe. You are seen.
We thrive when we are supported with unwavering respect
Hold yourself behind that line you have so firmly drawn