You call ableism, privilege. I call bullshit or say you're right, depending on who you are, and invite you to read my blog.
You call bigotry, I call bullshit.
You say that I am a crappy parent, a lousy advocate. I say that you are right and invite you to read my blog.
You say I don't have the right to be a voice for autism, you say I shouldn't be the voice for my child. I say you are right. I am my own voice, I am my son's translator, and I invite you to read my blog.
You can say nothing about me that I haven't already said myself.
You can't touch me.
You don't have the power to silence me.
You don't have the influence to change me.
You don't have the authority to dictate my life.
Your opinion does not matter to me.
You are nobody.
You are a stranger judging what you don't know and like that stranger, I will walk away from you knowing that your actions are a reflection of yourself- not me.
I will walk away knowing that you are a fleeting thought that has no power over me.
Only I do.