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I never had to deal with that from teachers nor, for the most part, family. The only thing similar is my mother's complaints that when I spun a mardi gras necklace on my arm, I made her dizzy - but even then, she didn't care so long as she didn't see me.
My mother's comment once, when I complained about the judgment inherent in saying autistic children don't "play properly" with toys but may "just" line them up was, before I could get to the point, a vehement interruption of "But that IS playing!" That's certainly how I played as a child much of the time.
Sometimes, I love my family very, very much.
I never had to deal with that from teachers nor, for the most part, family. The only thing similar is my mother's complaints that when I spun a mardi gras necklace on my arm, I made her dizzy - but even then, she didn't care so long as she didn't see me.
My mother's comment once, when I complained about the judgment inherent in saying autistic children don't "play properly" with toys but may "just" line them up was, before I could get to the point, a vehement interruption of "But that IS playing!" That's certainly how I played as a child much of the time.
Sometimes, I love my family very, very much.
