"Autism Awareness" has a bad name around here. I cringe when I hear it, visions of puzzle pieces swirling in my head. Somehow awareness has become code for tragedy and plague rhetoric. The word has been so thoroughly usurped by cure groups, it has no positive connotation left for most of us who are autistic.
Teddy Willis doesn't know that yet, he's only eleven. Teddy has AS, and is an autistic activist. The young man was silenced by his teacher and principal, told that autism is "personal" and shouldn't be talked about. He didn't understand why he shouldn't talk about it, especially during Autism Awareness Month, especially during a class where the subject of autism was being addressed. I don't understand that either.
This reminds me of Amanda's definition from the Curebie Bingo game:
Curebie (n.): a person who wants nothing more than to teach child autistics to talk and adult autistics to shut up.
Welcome, Teddy, to the community of autistic adults. I read about Teddy here this morning. Since his school tried to censor him, some bloggers have decided to help him spread the word. Listen to Teddy here; he has a different take on the concept of awareness.