Cross-published comic courtesy of Counterpoint.
All tagged neurodiversity
I want to start off by stating that I fully agree with the neurodiversity movement's basic premise: that no cognitive, emotional, or mental state, trait, characteristic, or way of being should be pathologized or stigmatized. I wholeheartedly support the notion that the experiences currently categorized as "mental illness" or "mental disorder" should instead be accepted as part of the spectrum of human mental, emotional, and cognitive diversity. And I honestly could not be more appreciative of neurodiversity activists, researchers, and scholars for standing behind this idea in some incredibly brilliant, innovative ways. I think in a lot of ways, the neurodiversity movement has begun to accomplish the de-pathologization and de-stigmatization of the states, traits, and characteristics commonly categorized as "mental disorder" in ways that the psychiatric survivors movement has been unable to.
I look at my youngest son as he studies. There is something about how excited he becomes when he talks about any variety of science that makes me smile. I can't believe how much he has changed from a frightened child into a strong almost adult. At one time, he sported the Autism Spectrum moniker, which he himself stripped away. After having violent and terrifying hallucinations on Risperdal, he chose to never take a psychiatric drug again. I supported his decision because it was wholly logical and the "meds" never made his distress any better. It actually did just the opposite.
I woke up on September 1st, 2017, and I knew that it was bad. Instinctively. I just had a gut feeling that everything was terrible. My head hurt. I felt nauseated. I am a synesthete, I have sensory processing differences. I have color associations for letters, words, days, and weeks. “September” for me has always been red. So that morning on September the 1st, that morning that was overwhelmingly bad to its core, everytime I saw something that was red, it popped out at me with such intensity that my head started spinning. Everything grew dark. I started to faint, barely catching myself each time.