I was reading this earlier, and having had a small amount of experience with autistic people I can't help but notice the huge, angry elephant that's in the room that no one ever seems to want to talk about - which is sex. It's very skillfully avoided in Ann Bauer's essay, only approached topically, only as a manifestation of some kind of symptom rather than the expressions and desires of a living human being.
Why do people insist on treating autistic adults entirely like children? Take any human - autistic or not - and deny them the fundamentals to being a well rounded adult human being and it won't be long until they're throwing their own mother across the room too.
There's a backstory here not being addressed. Autistic people are frequently admonished and punished for attempting to express themselves sexually... for whose protection? Theirs?
"Once during this phase, he beat me. A neighbor heard me screaming and called 911. But I blamed this on the drugs."
"I went into his room, took some clothes from the closet, handed them to him. And hinting at what he was about to do only with a small sigh, as if to say, "I've had enough," my son picked me up and threw me across the room.
I had three broken ribs and a bit of damage to my liver that made my doctor fret. Still, who among us hasn't wanted to toss our mother across the room when she's nattering on and making cheerful sounds in the morning?"
For years I had been telling my son's story, insisting that autism is beautiful, mysterious, perhaps even evolutionarily necessary.
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