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Seriously, parents by qbark Seriously, parents by qbark
I don't know how many times I've seen parents BAWWWW about their autistic child and how their kid prevents THEM from doing what THEY want to do.

Hate to break it to you, lady, but your kid probably is more frustrated with his or her condition than YOU are.

So, you have to spend a lot of time with therapy. So, you have to spend a lot of money on said treatments. So, you have to write down his or her behavior.

Your kid has to deal with STARES and LAUGHS and TEASING EVERY FUCKING DAY. If you think other parents staring at you in a store because you "can't control your kid" is bad, think of all the pain your kid might be going through.
Many tantrums with people with autism are set off by sensory overload, and coming from an autistic here, sensory overload IS NOT FUN.

In fact, I think it's much less fun than not being able to get as fucking bagel with your friends.

This stamp goes out to all the kids I see in stores who have autism and speech difficulties who aren't allowed to make a sound because they sound different when they try to talk.

This stamp goes out to my friend who's mom won't let her sing in public because it "embarrasses her"

This goes out to all of the poor kids on that shit video that Autism Speaks put out (Autism every Day)

I should also recognize the good parents out there, like mine, and quite I few others I've met. However, there should really be more who understand that autism isn't a disease, but rather, a different way of thinking and processing.

TL;DR: Parents need to get the fuck over themselves and actually help their kids, not make their problems worse.
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ScryzzetheKat Featured By Owner Jul 18, 2014  Student General Artist
I don't have autism (at least, I haven't been diagnosed with it so I guess that's a no), but I still hate it when people are rude to people who do.
I don't curse normally, and when I do it's usually just a mutter from shock, but one day I found someone on the internet teasing someone else just because they had autism, and I completely blew. I can't stand it when people are mean to people who have problems AND THEY CAN'T HELP IT.
I mean honestly. Human beings aren't perfect. REALITY PLEASE COME AND BACKHAND ALL OF THESE IDIOTIC PEOPLE.
PinkieTane Featured By Owner Jul 18, 2014
My parents deal with my autism pretty well, however it pains me to hear of other kids who have to go through not so caring parents...
Yeah, my parents deal with it well, but I don't think they quite understand it... I don't think I really do either (I sometimes suspect my parents have aspergers too).
This becomes a problem for me... I can fill easily overwhelmed with my surroundings, and often my parents' yelling contributes to that... Which frustrates them even more, because I have a tendency to shut down when I get overwhelmed...
karibous-boutique Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Please, do NOT minimize the pain a parent feels when they KNOW THEIR CHILD IS IN PAIN.  You are obviously not a parent.  The worst, worst, WORST thing in the entire universe is watching your precious, amazing, beautiful child HURT while you are utterly helpless to do a darn thing about it.  My son's pain IS my pain.  They are not two separate things.  In any event, how do you quantify pain?  Who can say who hurts more?  It's impossible to know which is worse because I can never know what it is like to be autistic and YOU can never know what it is like to be the NT parent of a disabled autistic child.  They both suck.  EVERYTHING you said about the meltdowns, sensory overstimulation, feelings of social alienation -- those are not foreign concepts in my house!  We get what you're saying!

I think your own pain and frustration are causing you to lash out at the wrong people.  I mean, duh, of course some parents of autistic kids are lousy parents.  Lots of parents of NON-autistic kids are lousy parents!! (Really.  Talk to your NT friends.  They've got plenty to bitch about, too.) But GOOD parents of kids with autism are advocates, fighters, and caretakers.  You're right, they don't undergo the bullying that you are subject to.  But you've got it so wrong -- of course, it sucks to "not get to have bagels," (really?  bagels?) but THAT isn't what parents are really upset about.  It isn't the money they spent on therapy which kills them -- it's the money THEY COULDN'T SPEND because they didn't have it.  It isn't the time it takes for therapies, it's the TIME THAT WAS WASTED while caregivers fumbled around trying to figure out how to help.  There are, sadly, lots of people who are embarrassed or scared of autistic behaviors.  In my experience, however, it isn't parents of autistic kids who are the biggest offenders in that category.  I don't give two shits what other people think about my son and he is blessedly far enough down the spectrum that he doesn't appear to give two shits, either.  The world at large needs to get their heads out of their collective backsides and accept that which is different.

For the record, I **DO** get stares and criticisms and social ostracism for taking my son out in public.  I get ridiculous advice from my own frigging family about "vitamins" and "essential oils" that can "treat" autism. (Oils.  Gimme am f-ing break.) I'm criticized for not doing the right things, for not feeding him the right foods, for not taking him to the right doctors.  I've lost count of the (former) friends with only NT kids who won't bring their family over to my house for social dates.  I wouldn't know of anyone to HAVE bagels with!  My life HAS ground to a halt, my life IS difficult, and my stress levels are off the charts.  And all that crap makes me even LESS of an effective parent than I already am.  I'm not sure it makes sense to yell at parents for feeling hurt and alone, when you're ALSO feeling hurt and alone.  I won't judge you, so stop judging me.
karibous-boutique Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
BTW, I'm sorry if I got on my soap box a little.  It's been a crappy week and I'm getting sick of dealing with government agencies over disability benefits.  *sigh*  I truly do wish you the best of luck.  Hang in there.  You're going in the right direction, and if you were my kid, I'd be delighted that you're self-advocating.
Aerilaya Featured By Owner Jul 1, 2014  Student General Artist
Preach it

Ugh, I hate that so much. :stare:
Sia-the-Mawile Featured By Owner Jun 28, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I have autism, and i used to be horrible as a young kid, screaming all the time and having toddler-like tantrums up until the age of 8.

Even now I can feel like a burden because I get creeped out easily by certain cartoon characters and babies. 
luckyCavy117 Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2014
I can't walk on my toes without embarrassing my family :XD: But I fixed that. I wear wedges when I want to wake on my toes. That way, I can do what I want AND look completely normal! 8D 
qbark Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2014  Student General Artist
funny story
i walk on my toes if i'm not wearing shoes.  it just started out of nowhere when i was like 8

never knew it was an autistic thing until years later
still do it, whoops.

glad you found something that works for you, though it's a shame your family gets all weird about it ;;
luckyCavy117 Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2014
Whaddaya know?

It's not a really big thing. They just remind me not to do it in public, which I still  don't understand, but okay. Why is me being me embarrassing, exactly? Aren't screaming two-year-olds more embarrassing than someone toe-walking?
L45TF0R3RUNN3R Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I have autism myself, but I'm not sure how severe. I have decent parents as well and a baby sister.

I can say that the Evergreen School District's "SCIP" program is god awful.

I'll explainaboo.

It started somewhere around 1st grade or so, maybe earlier, mayber later, I don't remember all that much. I..had major problems with the teachers. Basically they didn't understand what they were doing, and always ended up pissing me off, always ended up making me retaliate. It was god-awful. Hell, I used to be so bad I rarely went to class - I was stuck in that damned SCIP room - and when I DID go, I usually ended up having an fit to the point where the teachers made everybody clear the fucking room, and when I had a fit they usually locked me in a small, tiny room with barely any privacy.

And then I got into a phase, around 2nd or 3rd grade, where I would piss myself in a corner in that room (on purpose) out of sheer rage.

Around 5th grade though, it was somewhat better. My class used to switch between a class for a day before switching to the other class. One was focused mainly on math, and the other got on the other stuff.

One day I was having sort of an fit. I didn't feel switching to the other class (my class was supposed to go to the math class for the day) and I was working on a sort of 'booklet' with different dragon species.

I don't remember much, but I do know that at one point the math teacher got fed up with me (he was some guy named Mr. Schoummer or something like that, and he had a plant thing in his heart so that if the room was dead silent and if he was close enough you could hear the tick tick tick of it going or whatever) to the point where he came into the room, grabbed the thing from me, and tore it in half before throwing it into the garbage. I do believe it was 5th grade when that happened..which was also the grade I was in when I called one of my SCIP 'assistants' an pig. Which made her cry. Yes, I do regret that, and I wish I had apologized to her sooner, but now I can't. :| (Blank Stare)

Sometime in elementary school, I was also switched SCIP classes (we had 2 that was connected by a big room that kids usually went into to play with toys/take breaks, or as a sort of 'replacement' for the tiny room - or should I say heavily reinforced closet. I was somewhat mad, but it was okay. Until they told me to read the rules on the whiteboard. Which I had already read and knew, and I didn't want to read it out loud because I thought it was stupid and humiliating.

Middle School was somewhat better, but unfortunately it DID have an SCIP program as well. I was sort of 'traumatized' by then from the previous stuff I mentioned back in Elementary, but most of the teachers were nice.

Then one day an 12 or so year old kid with SEVERE autism (so bad, he acted like an 4 year old) came in named Tommy, to be a part of the SCIP program. Or he might've been already there, but whatever. He had some..problems that I'll say as I describe what my experiences with him were like.

The first 'encounter' was me casually sitting at a table. I was working on some work, or perhaps drawing, I don't remember, but he walked next to me and suddenly fucking pulled his pants down while laughing/giggling like a maniac. Fortunately I only saw his rear, and not his..well, you know.

The second time was scary as hell. I was doing my thing at a desk, minding my own business, when suddenly he walks next to me and GRABS my left arm and leaned down to bite it. I fortunately jerked my arm away before I got bit, and I did threaten the teachers that I WOULD sue if he DID bite me at ALL.

The third time was somewhat scary but not as much. Again I was doing my work, while Tommy was watching a movie (The Little Mermaid, to be exact) that the teachers had set up for him. I happened to look over to my right JUST as he was reaching across from his desk to pinch me.

And the fourth and final one before he left the SCIP program was the most intense one yet.

I was sitting at a desk (again), working on some work. Tommy was walking out of the room that he usually stayed in or was put into whenever he had an 'incident', I looked behind me and he had that usual grin on his face. I shrugged and turned around back to my work.

The next thing I fucking knew, he had latched onto the BACK OF MY NECK with his teeth, chewing on me as if I was some chewtoy. I just sat there in pure shock for a moment before started saying loudly "HELP HELP", and the teachers got him off of me as he was making his way to my right shoulder.

I was crying, and I almost immediately went to the 'Quiet Room' (they didn't put kids in there when they were bad or whatever, but it was basically around the same size of the room I used to get locked into back in elementary) to just rest. They put him in his room, and I asked the teachers to call my mom to take me home.

Guess what?

I didn't get to go home because my fucking douche bag of a teacher named Ms. Downing (She's basically the 'main' teacher in the SCIP program) either didn't call home or..whatever.

Some time after that, I was commenting on a hardcore war-fan kids' Assassin Creed jacket (his name was Marcus, he was from my elementary school and he was pretty nice), and suddenly Ms. Downing (from her desk) said "Don't interrupt my class" in a REALLY rude way, even so it hadn't even started.

On that same day, or the day before or after, she called me an 5 year old when I was stressed out/having a 'fit.'

And then a few months ago this year, they made up a fucking LIST where I couldn't make any sexual comments, growl, or anything like that. If I did even ONE of those it would automatically earn me a trip to eat my lunch in the SCIP program with that fucking Downing hag.
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