We Want a Cure

Today my brother, Tyler, wrote a post about the hope for a cure someday. It seethes with indignation. Definitely there is a disconnect between those with nonspeaking autism, and those with the other kind. We want to be cured because our lives are hellish. We also suffer from OCD, anxiety and a lack of control over our bodies. Most of us spend our school years in classes for the profoundly cognitively disabled. And then we will spend the rest of our lives in daycare which, to us, is vegetation.

We cannot talk through any medium except typing for communication and that is insanely difficult and slow for us. And only the tiniest percentage of us have the opportunity to learn the skill. To become hostile when someone says they want a cure is barbaric at best. It is cruel and to be blunt, disgusting.