Accepting “autistic”: how language changes acceptance

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My son is autistic.

It might sound like a stupid and contrived thing to say, but the hardest part of that sentence to say for me is the “autistic” part. Let me tell you what I mean and don’t mean by that.

What I don’t mean is that “autism” is the hard part of that sentence. It’s definitely true that there was a time when I had no idea how to carry around that simple, gargantuan fact. But when that gave way to the normalization of our new life, the only way I could make myself say it out loud was to say that he “has autism.” I could not bear to make him synonymous and inseparable from ASD by calling him “autistic.”

I’m saying it again: it’s not “autism” that’s hard for me. It’s “autistic.”

But I’ve been doing this unfortunate thing lately. I’ve been reading. A lot. And watching YouTube videos, and following autistic people on social media. I’ve started reaching past parents and trying to listen to people who really have autism.

And consistently, the vast majority of people demanding “people first” language (i.e. “a person with autism”) is neurotypical parents or relatives like me. It’s the ones who are actually autistic who are asking to be called autistic–even going so far as calling themselves “an autistic.” And, really, as counterintuitive as this type of language may seem to us, isn’t it them we should be listening to?

Here’s the raw deal, folks. I am devastated by this. Crushed.

Not necessarily because I should be. It’s my emotional, gut response. In fact, if you have autism and you’re reading this, I hope you’ll bear with me, a mom who really has to work sometimes to understand what you’re going through.

See, when William was diagnosed, it was very painful for us. The doctors weren’t direct with the diagnosis, but instead chose the words “he qualifies for the diagnosis of autism” (are there more steps we need to take toward an actual diagnosis or something?). It was like the words “yes, he has autism” were too harsh and scary. They practically whispered it, gave us sympathetic looks, looked at each other sadly like “this poor little baby and his poor parents!”

Undeniably, the suffering he endured as a result of his inability to communicate, to sleep, to calm down, to focus…huge. Our suffering was a close second because we couldn’t reach him and help him through these frustrations.

So, when I think of that time in our lives, the idea that he should not be separated from autism and might actually appreciate being called “autistic”…it felt like I was no longer allowed to separate him from his suffering or my resulting grief.

I was perfectly happy to accept him and his differences. His little quirks are full of life and I love them. But it’s the suffering. It’s the dang suffering.

Where I went wrong, however, was when I inserted myself in the equation. I couldn’t stand to define him by the grief that I felt over his suffering. So I separated the two. I called him a person with autism.

But something is happening in our family right now.

That one day I added together months of overflowing frustration in him and realized he wanted a social life, something tipped. It started rolling and gaining speed and volume. Bits and pieces I’d gathered and rejected over the years tumbled together into a collective mass, and this thing, whatever it was, got bigger. And I started to realize what it was.

Awareness. I’m aware that he’s aware. And it’s rolling right toward a fork in the road: acceptance of his autism goes one way, and rejection of it the other way.

I know what this means. It means “the talk” is coming. We’re going to have to explain to him what it is that makes him different. When we have that talk with him, we pick a direction by how we choose to talk about it.

Explaining to a person that they are a “person with autism” is a certain kind of conversation. It’s the kind of conversation that says “you have this thing.”

Think about it. What kinds of things do you have?

Pets. A cold. Shoes. Hair. Coffee. Nearsightedness.

They’re not global or pervasive things. They don’t affect your personality; you don’t fundamentally identify with them, and a lot of them come and go. You distinctly want them (you may even love them) or you don’t, but there’s not much of an in-between. These are things that are good, or they’re bad, but most importantly—they’re isolated parts that don’t affect the others. Even nearsightedness is this way—you put glasses on and it just…goes away.

But the conversation that uses the language “autistic” is a different kind of conversation.

What kind of things are you?

You’re sensitive. You’re energetic. You’re mischievous.

They’re complex. They affect every corner of you, and they have equally beneficial and challenging aspects. And where you find those things challenging, you find ways to channel those personality traits and accommodate them. You’re sensitive? That’s a good thing. You see people’s feelings that others might miss, and you’re compelled to support them when they struggle. But your morning could be completely hijacked because you saw footage from a grisly accident on the news. Maybe from now on, you’ll screen your news intake through internet headlines. That’s the definition of an accommodation.

But for me to say you “have sensitivity” dismisses the complexity of that trait. It quietly insists that, although it’s a part of you, it’s categorical. It automatically assumes that you pack it up for when you’re “happy” or when you’re “exercising.” And oddly, it still defines you. It’s just that it defines you by my opinion of sensitivity and where I choose to see it on you, where I expect to see it.

Autism is not something William will be able to separate from himself in any way or tuck neatly into a category. He’s autistic when he’s happy, sick, playing soccer, thinking about birds. It fundamentally affects the way he experiences those things. I might try to separate him from it when I look at him, and it might even be something that makes me feel good about myself—like, I’m the kind of person who sees a person, not just their disability. But can I—should I—ignore the fact that he will identify on a deep level with the struggles autistic people face? The things they’re proud of? Do I really want to send him the message that he should not?

I realize now that it would almost be like pulling another one of my kids aside to tell them that they have a problem being a total follower, but it’s not their fault; they were born that way. I love them anyway and I will do whatever it takes to help them be more of a leader throughout their life.

Even if I spin that as positively as I can, and even if it does explain some things for my kiddo, they won’t be able to help walking away from that conversation feeling at least a little bad about the way they are and the way they see the world.

I still don’t have this conversation formed completely in my mind. I’m still putting it together. But I need to start by thinking of him differently.

My son is autistic.

Forgive me—I still cringe when I say it. I have a long way to go, and I’d like to hear from you about who you know with autism and what they have to say about it—whether you live with them, or you just know them from Twitter.

One of my favorites that I’ve just discovered in the past month is YouTuber Amythest Schaber, who does the show “Ask an Autistic.” Here’s a particularly informative and helpful episode from her.

I’d encourage you to click through her episodes—they are seriously changing how I parent.

Also on my list: Faith, Hope, and Love…with Autism—a blog written by Philip and Lisa Reyes, a young autistic boy and his mom. Every parent of an autistic child needs to see this at least once! Here is one of my favorites, where he discusses his life before and after he learned to communicate via letterboard.

One of the things these resources are teaching me is that even before I knew it, the person William is now is…who he’s always been.  The diagnosis didn’t change him. It changed me, and it changed my path to get to know him, to understand him.

And now I understand acceptance, five years in. A bit of a parental bummer, but you know what that means, though?

It means that, now, the conversation can start.

I’m ready.


17 Comments Add yours

  1. Therese says:

    A colleague of mine who did a one-semester course in special education once corrected me when I mentioned that my son is autistic. She said I should say he “has ASD” because “autistic”is offensive. I did an eye-roll. Here was a neurotypical person who does not have a person with special needs in her family, telling me it was offensive to call my son autistic. I never thought it was offensive. It is what it is called. Is it offensive to call a person with diabetes “diabetic”?

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    1. mauraoprisko says:

      Well that’s fair! Sounds like you have some super reflexes. 😀 Sorry about your colleague. I probably would have been like that myself, but it’s so backwards. We should let autistic people lead this conversation. It’s not fair to insist on what they should be called–either way, actually. In the end, it’s really up to them what they want to be called. I’m just glad they’re speaking up. The internet is a beautiful thing.

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  2. Valerie says:

    It is like I wrote this article! Our family had to deal with this exact thing too. The only thing that I would add was that we did not want our son, Alex’s diagnosis be a defining, central thing in his life! If I were to tell people about my son I do not want autistic to be the main, central thing about him I want people to know. He is so much more than that! Plus I have found that once people hear autistic they just stop listening. After they see and knowing him then I might share his diagnosis. Today, he has a full-time job as a welder….I did not let his diagnosis be used as an excuse for him not to be able to do and achieve. It is not the center of his universe.


    1. mauraoprisko says:

      Bravo! I agree…it’s a hard thing to understand. It’s pervasive and touches everything, but it’s not the only thing he is. Wonderful news about your son. It is encouraging to me as I parent my 7-year old to hear stories of successful and happy adults. Thank you! 😀


      1. Valerie says:

        I say there is great hope, especially now compared to 18 years ago. Basically, starting in 7th grade the education system gives up. We homeschooled him so he would get a ha diploma. He found he LOVES welding and now works, as I said, full time w/ benefits! He was working a small snow plow during the blizzard. He did a great job but if we went e/ the “system” he would be sitting at home….


      2. mauraoprisko says:

        God bless you. That is an amazing story. My son loves snow plows more than his life. Maybe he’ll drive one someday too ❤️


  3. June Rutter says:

    This is really, really good. I have a seven year old autistic boy. It doesn’t go away-ever. But neither does it lesson his humanity. Love this article.

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    1. mauraoprisko says:

      Thank you, June! My William is also 7. It’s been an incredible age for us. And I agree–what a living lesson in humanity! Thanks for stopping by. 😀


  4. says:

    Maura, Your posts are wonderful. I’ve been forwarding them to a close Christian friend, whose daughter is reeling with fear and depression after her kindergartner son was recently diagnosed with “Oppositional Behavior Disorder.” Although a different diagnosis, your vulnerability and dependence on God while learning how to help William and love him unconditionally are a huge encouragement. (I hope you are planning to compile your posts into a book some day:-) You also bring new insight into interacting with our own newly 13 yr old grandson, Riley, who has a chromosomal imbalance, which places many of his behaviors on the autism spectrum, so that’s the school program that fits his needs best. Lovingly and with prayer for you and your family ~ Fran Briggs

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    1. mauraoprisko says:

      Thanks, Fran. I am so happy to hear that I can be helpful. Those are dark times, just finding out, but it really can be okay. Love and prayers! ❤


  5. ada26 says:

    Amazing article, Maura. Thank you. I can’t imagine how hard this must have been to write, but you’re blessing so many people by doing it. Prayers for you and yours!


  6. hannah e vazquez says:

    This was so well put and enlightening for me – a neurotypical who doesn’t have interaction in the autistic world anymore. The first thing I learned in college while studying Special Education was person-first language, and I’ve always been loyal to it. I am pleased, though, to see and hear about the autistic community speaking up and joining together. I agree with you – we should say what they prefer. Whatever honors them is best. That’s the point of person-first language, but if it isn’t meeting the goal, it should be changed. As always, excellent work Maura!

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  7. Emmie says:

    This is just beautiful. My son is an “Aspy” and honestly has learned to love the different way his brain is wired. He told me earlier this year that he sees everything in numbers and patterns, how cool is that? He will go to college in 2017 and wants to study math and statistics. I am constantly amazed at my own children. I love your blog”)

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    1. mauraoprisko says:

      That is beautiful and amazing, Emmie! I love that he says that about numbers and patterns, and I swear I just eat up stories like yours. It just gives so much hope. Thanks for sharing! ❤


  8. Suzanne Jervinis says:

    Yes! Yes! A hundred times yes. Do you by chance follow Diary of a Mom? She is wonderful and in those early years with getting Constantine diagnosed, her blog gave me perspective on all of this. It was very helpful.

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