Powerful.

a diary of a mom

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{image is a photo of me at a lectern, addressing the crowd at an Autism Speaks dinner in Hartford, CT. I believe it was 2009.}

I thought that I was doing right by my child.

(I didn’t know yet how radically I wasn’t.)

I thought that I was fighting for her.

(I was fighting HER.)

I raised money.

(A lot of it.)

I gave speeches.

(To get other people to give money too.)

I thought that helping my daughter meant finding a cure for who she is.

(Think about that.)

I brought my daughter to places in which she — in all of her beautiful, glorious, tangled Brookeness — was being called a tragedy, a scourge, a casualty of a brutal epidemic.

(I am so sorry, baby. So, so sorry.)

And then I started to get it.

To understand the damage being done to autistic people in the name of helping…

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