The aim of Autistic Pride Day is to change the perception of autistic people so they are not seen as people requiring treatment, but as unique individuals, just like everyone else.
It was an urban legend. A fable. A myth. No one knew where it originated, but stories emerged from all over the world. Warnings written into our history that people only remembered when someone disappeared.
As they ran, the weariness quickly settled back over her bones. Despite her even gait, every step jolted her injuries until she struggled for breath. Ignoring the pain, she sent her consciousness forward to the seemingly lifeless man in Ric’s arms.
Like swallowing fire, it scorched her from the inside out and set her nerves alight. She knew beyond any shadow of a doubt, that no human was born to wield such devastating power as that of a Caretaker.
We are always so quick to remember every little thing we shouldn’t have done, things we should have said but didn’t. We lie awake and relive the cringeworthy moments, and the downright awful ones. But how often do you look back at your day and give yourself a pat on the back?
His skin was almost translucent, and it flaked like dry parchment. Over his heart, the only hint of colour, a pulsing red rune had been carved. A rune Wren knew all too well.
IWD may only be one day, but we are all responsible for challenging the wrongs in our world, every day. As they say on the IWD website: a challenged world is an alert world and from challenge comes change.
Spring is here, after a long winter. To me, Spring means hayfever, fresh air, and new beginnings. The birds greet the day earlier and earlier, singing in the sunrise.