#i will cry if it is aba i do not care about her

[autball]

[Image description: Bad Assessment BINGO (Child Edition) - by Autball.

A bingo card with rainbow colors across the top of the card behind the B-I-N-G-O, 24 white squares, and one rainbow colored square below. A title card reads "Bad Assessment Bingo (Child Edition)." A second line reads "* = They can't be autistic because..." All of this is on a metallic silver background. Bingo squares contain the following:

*he can make eye contact.

*they understand humor.

Are you familiar with the quirks that come with giftedness?

*her special interests are socially acceptable.

A lot of this might be down to your parenting.

What is this “masking” you speak of?

*she was able to do pretend play.

I know autistic adults; your child is nothing like that.

*he was able to have a conversation with me.

Looks like you’ve been getting ideas from social media.

*they’re interested in other people.

*he showed appropriate facial expressions.

(Middle space, rainbow colored) -FREE SPACE- …to pull your hair out or cry.

*I didn’t see any repetitive behaviors.

We want to be careful about labeling kids.

For some kids, ABA is the only way they can learn.

<Earnest use of “low functioning” or “severe.”>

You’ll need to get them into 20-40 hours/week of ABA ASAP.

Unfortunately, your child will probably never (blank).

<Speaks in front of the child as if they’re not in the room.>

With enough intervention, she can overcome her autism.

Oh don’t homeschool, he needs the socialization.

Come back in a few years to see if they can lose the diagnosis.

<Earnest use of “high functioning” or Asperger’s.>

Don’t worry, “new ABA” is nothing like “old ABA.”]

[dragonballer1]

I’d Give You My Lungs So You Could Breathe (WIP)

Raditz finally holds his newborn baby brother. Part of chapter 1.

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“You have the whole world caring for you. Aba came back from the army for you. Ama’s been holding you all day and everyone in the family keeps talking about the mighty moon baby.” Raditz narrowed his eyes at the little gremlin in his arms, and added in a haughty tone, “Well, I hope you know I don’t care about you.”

The baby gurgled at him in response, as if asking for further explanation. He waved his little hands around and Raditz felt the need to explain himself. “Well, you already have everyone else. It’s not like me liking you will do anything. If too many people care about you, baby, you’ll explode. Like a stomach filled with blood!” Raditz mimed the movement, letting one of his hands leave the swaddle of blankets to demonstrate a showering of liquid. The baby giggled, reaching out to grab the other boy’s shimmering fingers.

With a grin, Raditz made the move again in a more exaggerated fashion and the giggles grew even louder. “Oh, you like that do you? Exploding things? They’re pretty cool. At the Full Moon Festival, my cousin Onia--well, I guess our cousin Onia--kept being annoying and one of the boys threw one at her head! She screamed so loud, even louder than you!” The baby listened with a happy expression on his face, eyes tracking the movements of Raditz as he went on about his story, and when the older boy stopped, he made his displeasure known by beginning the loud crying that Raditz knew all too well.

“Okay, okay, fingers stay up!” Raditz rushed, shimmering his fingers until the baby was quiet again. “You’re pretty temperamental. Kind of like Ama, but you’re not nice after. And you look so much like Aba, really. Only without the scar. And the meanness. No, you’re not like Aba or Ama at all. You’re something new, aren’t you?”

One of Raditz’s fingers drew close enough for the tiny child to grab with surprising ferocity. He got him. Another giggle ran through the air, and Raditz’s little brother, the small moon baby, smiled with true joy. The moonlight hit his face and lit it silver in the darkness, and Raditz could make out little pieces of himself in the other’s enlightened expression. There was half of his nose, the curve of his ears, his dark eyes that stared back at him in every puddle. Raditz’s mouth became dry, caught in the face of something totally new. A feeling he couldn’t name.

“I don’t need you at all, you know.” The boy was quiet, and he drew the baby closer to his chest. “I never asked for a brother. I never wanted one. I still don’t.” His brother gurgled against him, and he could feel a fast heartbeat against his. The moon shone down on the pair, and the baby gripped his finger even tighter. Suddenly, the baby moved his head upwards. His black eyes were silver in the moonlight, and he looked right up at Raditz for the first time. Raditz could see his brother for all he really was, a little baby with the face of his father and the soul of his mother who screamed louder than any Oozaru under the moon, and Raditz knew someone in there saw him too. What did he see?

“I don’t need you.” The words sounded weird to his ears and the baby turned his head down so his head rested against the boy’s chest. His brother was so small. Raditz suddenly worried that he would break into little pieces, shattered into bits of screaming silver. The thought made his mouth run dry. Why should he care? But his brother held his finger so tightly, his little fist closed and breathing happily. Raditz felt the need to destroy everything around him paired with that strange feeling, and he held the new addition to his family tighter.

Quietly, into the moonlight, the little boy said, “Maybe you need me. A big brother to keep you safe. Maybe I’m here for you, not the other way around.” The thought prompted a funny feeling, and he stared outward into the dark. “What do you think?”

The baby gave no answer, comfortably on his way to sleep.

“Oh, now you’re quiet? That’s what I thought. Little tired moon baby, you are. I’ll be here until you can tell me. We’ll wait until then, Kakarrot. We’ll wait until then.”

Raditz held his brother throughout the night until he too was asleep. In the other room, his mother was finally able to have a full night’s sleep for the first time in weeks while his father grumbled in his dreams about war and famine and disease, of dark days to come. The moon lit up all of their faces and then slipped under the earth for the family of four to begin a brand new day.

[galaxy-quartz-stars]

CW: ableist, bullying, False information, ABA.

Eileen lamb aka @/theautismcafe Is a mother with two children with Neurodiversity disabilities and she is well known as she works for Autism $peaks And when it comes to her free speech and her saying that we are bad guys, She is also pulling the Victim card on us because we are the ones that are treating her like trash but guess what she is the one that is putting the blame on herself because she doesn’t want to listen to us she cares about Her precious fans and tells them That she’s being bullied,

If you don’t know why here is two images of her crying about autistic people Harassing her and another one that she said that she’s “autistic” but she’s being called an ableist woman when she said that she’s “autistic” Which she using autism as excuse to being a ableist person In fact it could be many ways that people would use Autism as an excuse like using it as a crime, using it as a way to hurt and abused people for sexual abuse Or to manipulate people etc. in fact their are just too many bad people that use Victim blame to Cover their tracks, But many people Are going to the comment section and be like why are you saying that in fact Eileen is not a ableist person in fact she listens to everyone and she is a good mom Well yeah like I see this one right there that she said that otherwise that she would listens to us,

But what bothers me the most is that she wants to compare ABA to life skills, helping parents, and to have a better life for their Autistic children, It’s like everything that Non-disabled people want is trying to convince them that ABA is not abuse like you can’t change the history and Research you know it was made by a homophobic man Who he wanted people with sexuality and gender to be straight and Cis that is Called “gay conversion therapy” And it’s the same thing to ABA knows as “applied behavior analysis” for autism, But yet again this is like a slap in the face when she said stuff like “I disagree in fact ABA is not abuse like come on stop being a Bunch of Snowflake”

And another thing is that when she said that AAC is helpful but in reality she doesn’t like AAC So the company Autism $peaks wants to pass a bill for schools To not allow access for Nonverbal autistic kids for the use of AAC Or other helpful and Good alternatives, In fact This posted had been one year later and she came up with the use of pulling up Another victim blaming And another destructive lies of trying to cover their tracks but with this time By blaming a another Autistic advocates by the name of @notanautismmom

In fact this poor young woman has been Fighting for the right simply because she’s telling the truth of Autism $peaks trying to take away AAC for Nonverbal autistic kids and she has been facing in harassment by Eileen lamb,

In fact I am sick and tired of her bullcrap just because that she’s being called out and saying that she is upset by autistic people but she being an ableist woman she is not a good person whatsoever and people should not be defending Eileen lamb at all like in fact why can’t people just listen to us why can’t people just let us be who we want to be instead of treating us like We’re burdens This is why that she is just making excuses for us excuses and for all that she works for autism $peaks just proves how ableist she is, Also I don’t care if Eileen lamb is autistic In fact autistic or not she needs to not pull the victim Card Nor treat us like garbage it is not right it is disrespectful and she knows that what she’s doing is wrong and that including her working for Autism $peaks and for her Disgusting behavior In fact as an autistic person like myself you know I don’t support hate groups like this I support love and Accept I support the parents of autistic children who Actually love them for no matter what, No one deserves to be punished no one deserves to be treated like we’re Puzzle pieces or burdens, no one deserves to be treated like we are disease, we deserve to be treated like We’re human Like we are welcome to this world in fact we deserve better #Nothingwithuswithoutus

[theros-comics]

Bubbles and Stone

Summary: Aravi has a nightmare and Iosi (kinda) helps.

Some nights, I would still get nightmares from that day or that other one. My memories and Nouille's sometimes blend together like that. But every time, that evil man would be there. Everyone would be running or swimming away, but no one would ever be quick enough. He would destroy everything: burn down the houses, wreck the underwater caves, then pick off friends and neighbours one by one.

Sometimes, I wake up before the evil man gets to me. I would try to cry quietly so I wouldn’t wake up aba or dad. Sometimes, either one, or both, would notice something wrong and come hug me until I fell asleep again. Dad always gave the best hugs — they were warm like baked bread. Aba smelled like flowers and sang me sylvan songs. It made me upset to bother them like that, because they would want to know what saw in my nightmare, but back then I couldn’t explain them without explaining Nouille, and I didn’t want them to know about Nouille because they might have hated him and wanted to get rid of him…

This time, in my nightmare, I was trying to call for aba and dad. The evil man was getting closer to me, his eyes glowing, that crazy look on his face. He said, "Your parents won’t save you. They left you. They’re never coming back." And I couldn’t help but cry and cry and cry—

"Hey, hey, wake up!" a voice called out, and my eyes opened.

I was breathing hard and fast. I could also feel tears on my face. A woman crouched next to my bed, looking a bit worried. I almost thought she was aba — because of her black hair and sharp, fox-like eyes — but her eyes were green, not grey, and her mind wasn’t full of love for me like aba's. This was Iosi. She lived in the house while aba went looking for dad.

"Are you okay?" Iosi asked. "You were having a nightmare, I think."

She didn’t seem very comfortable saying this. I also didn’t want to talk about my problems to her, so I kept quiet and stared at my blanket. Aba had sewn flowers on it. It was soft and smelled good, so I wrapped it up tighter around me. The silence then stretched awkwardly for a while.

"So…" Iosi began. "Man, I’m terrible at this kind of stuff."

“Why are you awake?” I asked her telepathically.

"Oh shit! Fuck! I mean, shoot! I really need to get used to this. Uh, so I was working on new poisons and didn’t keep track of the time. Your mom has a pretty sweet setup, by the way.”

"Not my mom. They’re my aba," I corrected her.

"Alright, alright, your 'aba.' So how did that even work? Is that why you have powers?"

"Dad found me. My old parents are gone.”

"Oh. This makes wayyyy more sense."

I then asked Iosi:

"Can I watch you make poisons?"

"Don’t you need to sleep?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Aba would let me watch them make potions. I like the sounds. They’re safe sounds," I explained.

"…I see. Sure, why not. It’s not more dangerous than letting you use a knife."

Iosi stood up and walked to the kitchen. Keeping my blanket wrapped around me, I followed her.

In the kitchen, I saw a lot of glassware, tools and ingredient out on the counters everywhere.

“You need to clean up after. Aba doesn’t like messes,” I projected my thoughts to Iosi.

“I’ll clean up before they come back. It doesn’t make a difference if I do it now or later,” Iosi replied.

I frowned. Aba trusted me with taking care of the house. So I would.

“I can feel you glaring me. Man, you’re such a goody-two-shoes,” Iosi complained. “You’d think little kids wouldn’t give a shit about making a mess.”

“I’m a big girl.”

“You sure are, squirt.”

She was grinding stuff in the mortar and boiling a liquid on the side. The noises of the stone grinding against stone and small bubbles popping soothed me. If I closed my eyes and listened, I could almost imagine aba working in the kitchen and dad cuddling with me on the couch. When was the last time we had dinner together? I missed dad’s smiles and aba’s laugh, the games of hide-and-seek we played, making flower crowns in the garden and walking in the woods…

Slowly, my eyes began to prickle and my eyelids felt heavier and heavier. Right before sleep washed over me, I heard someone whispering: “Good night, squirt.”