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
Let us never shy away from difficult self questioning
What we give up, what we gain
We must reflect on what we normalize in the public sphere