Reading week just finished. During Reading Week, the university is open and you can walk on campus, the lack of jaywalkers on a weekday making you feel time has stopped. You can receive a Facebook message back from one of your two best friends in the sixth grade (seconded to Walt Disney himself as its biggest fan) after half a decade of lost contact, start a two-hour Skype call and eventually research Mickey-Mouse-shaped food on Google and exclaim, "Mickey Mouse Watermelons!" "Mickey Mouse Oreo Cookies!"
"That's why you need to keep speaking," the teacher said. He told me how important it was that as a person with Autism I needed to keep speaking for Autism rights, how important it was to show that Autism Speaks wasn't reality. A small, motivating paragraph about standing up. At that moment, then, I promised. I promised that I'd do everything I can to get the real voice of Autism - the voice of us - above Autism Speaks on a Google Search. I promised we would both live to see the day.
Meanwhile, what did I do when my twitter feed almost overflowed in hashtag-Autism-Speaks-ten? Well, I struggled yesterday against its one-hundred-and-forty character count to declare that "too much damage was caused in AutismSpeaks10. I promise to dedicate myself to prevent AutismSpeaks11.
"AutismRightsMatter." I promise that we will see it.
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