When I was a child I was always getting in trouble for being ‘rude’, for being too honest and saying inappropriate things. The weird thing was that I had no intention of being rude at all, I was just saying things how they were – in my mind at least. This is one of many areas where autistic people have assumptions levelled at us which are actually not true.

Autistic to my mind is largely a cultural difference. We speak a different language. Have you ever spoken to someone from a different country and their capability to speak English is OK but things get lost in translation? Well that is what things are like for me and other autistics in terms of communication. Things get lost in translation and we are misunderstood. When autistic people get together with other autistic people then these language issues tend to not be a problem. 

It is not like we communicate ‘wrong’ at all, just differently. But try telling that to the parent of a child who has told a stranger that they are fat or that someone should stop smoking because ti will kill them! Our apparent rudeness is often completely unintentional and we have no wish to upset anyone or be rude. The same goes for social skills. We do not socialise wrong, we socialise different. However there is a whole industry of trying to fix autistic people to make us communicate ‘right’ and socialise ‘appropriately.’ 

What actually needs to happen is for allistic people to build their understanding of autistic communication and socialising. So rather than criticising us and trying to somehow fix us they understand us instead. It isn’t that difficult to do this to my mind. I spent many years of my life trying to learn to speak allistic and I did quite well. I have quite good conversational neurotypical! If I can learn to speak neurotypical then I am thinking that neurotypical folks can learn to speak autistic! 

It can be very upsetting to be chastised for being ‘rude’ or socialising ‘wrong’. This is because it usually is not our intent to be difficult. We are just being ourselves and communicating in the way whatever higher power covers autism has intended. We are not wrong, we are different and different is fine. Over the past few years I have embraced my autistic identity and the things which come with it and I am happy to be me. And if I say something which is received negatively I explain that I communicate differently and that my intent was not to offend. And if the person I have inadvertently wronged has an issue? Well I have done my best.

It can help autistic folks to have a good working knowledge of the sorts of things that upset people (‘you are fat’, ‘I don’t like your shoes’ etc) because most of us don’t actually WANT to offend people but we also need to understand that we are not intentionally being rude or that we are being intentionally difficult. This is an area for advocacy and education.  

Content warning: suicide

I am pretty much constantly anxious, I worry about everything from worrying that my emails aren’t sending to stressing about home maintenance. Anxiety is definitely not my friend as extreme anxiety can turn into psychosis which usually results in me taking years to recover and having to take months off work and spend a lot of time in hospital. I have attempted suicide before due to high anxiety. Because of this I get anxious about being anxious!

I want to share some of the things I do to address anxiety – they aren’t always 100% effective but they do help me. The first is simple: medication. I went through most of my life not having any medication for my anxiety. The problem was that whenever I was in hospital and under the care of a psychiatrist, I was psychotic. Psychosis trumps pretty much everything in mental health care. If you are psychotic it is also quite hard to express or articulate what is going on. Because of this I never managed to tall any hospital psychiatrists who were responsible for changing my medication that anxiety was destroying me! Then in 2021 I was in hospital and I was not psychotic. I explained to the doctor that my anxiety about the internet not working had resulted in a suicide attempt. He said ‘I will address your anxiety’ and instantly put me on medication for anxiety which completely changed my life! I still get anxious but nowhere near as badly and since then I have had no psychotic episodes. 

Another strategy is around thinking. A mental health worker once told me that if thoughts were making me anxious I should imagine that they were a person knocking on the door. I couldn’t help them being there but I could decide whether or not to let them in. I took this one step further and imagined that Donald Trump was at the door…and there is no way in the world I would let him into my house! I now just think ‘Eep! Trump’s at the door!’ Which works quite nicely. 

I also practice my own kind of mindfulness by watching relaxing scenery on YouTube. This works well – and my cat enjoys it too!

I don’t like when people say ‘oh don’t worry about that.’ If anxiety listened to logic then psychologists would all be unemployed! Problematic anxiety is of nature illogical.  If I cold just tell myself not to worry then life would be a lot easier and I would have spent a lot less of my time in hospital!

I do some deep breathing when I am really anxious. This helps. Anxiety for me is a very physical thing. I feel tight in my chest and belly and my heart races. So deep breathing is a physical means of addressing anxiety and helps me to slow down. 

I also often tell a friend if I am anxious about something as they can put it into perspective. I DON’T need to die because my internet isn’t working!  

Distraction is a big plus as well. This involves doing something enjoyable to occupy your brain. It works by taking your mind off the anxiety. Distraction is my go to mental health strategy and many other people find it helpful too.

I see a psychologist which helps. A good psychologist can make a big difference. It can take a while to find a good psychologist but a good one is a blessing. Finding one who understands autism and neurodivergence is really important. You can ask around your neurodivergent network to see who is good although being aware that different people may experience the same psychologist differently. 

Anxiety is not my friend. While it is a natural function passed down from our ancient ancestry for me it is more harmful than useful. I am much less anxious than  was but it is still an issue. Strategies are really helpful and you can build your knowledge of what works over time.  

Today I gave a talk for TEDx Canberra. My second TEDx talk in ten years. It went really well and everything about it was good – don’t ask me, ask my speaker coach!! The talk involved a lot of preparation and self-reflection and it got me thinking about how I got to here. ‘Here’ being thirteen published books, a professional job, a large number of awards, hundreds of talks and all sort of other cool things – including two TEDx talks! I have an extraordinary life but I used to have an extraordinary life for very different reasons. I spent three and a half years in prisons and I have spent almost seven years in psychiatric institutions because I have schizophrenia. My life in the 1990s and early 2000s was as far removed from my life now as you could imagine. So, I hear you ask, how did I make that major shift?

A lot of the change related to my motivation and attitudes. When I was in my early twenties I actively sought out negative things and deliberately got in trouble with police so I could be institutionalised. My attitudes and motivation were 100 per cent negative. This changed in late 1999. I decided that a new millennium should equal a new life. I shifted my attitudes and motivation and this helped me to make some very big changes.

I started to seek out positive things. I remember when I was released form prison for the last time in February 2000 I threw out my address book because everyone in there was a drug user or criminal. I knew that if I stayed in the company of criminals that it would be very hard to escape that world.

I started to focus on positive things. I enrolled in university and kept my past a secret as I was ashamed of it. When I was in the throes of negativity I would happily talk about being in prison and self harming and wanted people to see me in those contexts but when I enrolled in university I didn’t want everyone knowing my sordid past.

The other thing I did was make a goal. Around one year after I was released from prison in 2000 I decided I wanted to be ‘ordinary’. To my mind that having a professional job, an education, a mortgage and a suit. I am not saying it was easy to change my life – it absolutely wasn’t. And I definitely don’t blame others for not taking a similar path to me. It was a huge challenge and for many years things could easily have fallen apart. I had a major substance abuse problem between 1995 and 2007, having issues with illicit drugs and alcohol. I lived in crisis accommodation and public housing and many of the neighbours that I counted as friends were petty criminals. Often the only thing standing between reverting to my previous life was my determination to change.

Some tips I can share – which you might already know but it can’t hurt to share them again – are:

• If it feels wrong don’t do it. Simple but effective
• Set positive, attainable goals and don’t give up if they don’t eventuate quickly
• Surround yourself with people who have a sense of self-respect and who like and value you – and themselves 
• Each day is a new day. If you make a mistake then join the club! We are all human. Just move on and resolve to not do it again
• Be honest. This one often comes naturally to autistic folks but allistics can do it too! 
• If you make a mistake own it. Apologise and try not to do it again. 
• Cultivate a sense of pride, self-worth and self-acceptance
• If you make a mistake view it as a learning opportunity 
• Please feel free to draw form my example. My story clearly demonstrates that anyone no matter how desperate can change their life
• Be very wary of the concept of ‘success’. It is very fraught. I never call myself successful. If I have to describe that about me I say ‘accomplished.’
• Know that attitudes can change 
• Know that your motivation and what you aim for tend to be the things you will end up getting. 

On Thursday I will have lived at Yennski Central for one year exactly. Yennski Central is a place I absolutely love and I often find myself saying ‘This is my house, I love it’. Yennski Central is one bedroom with a study. It is furnished with mostly nice things from IKEA (big thank you to my friend Lizbet for her IKEA-building expertise! I was a fairly inept apprentice who would hold up various bits and say ‘what does this do? And get extremely confused about the whole process!) I also have a LOT of art, postcards, posters and nice things. When I bought Yennski Central I was determined to like it and make it my own. Of course I am absurdly privileged to own a property on a single income and I am aware that for so many people – and especially neurodivergent people – home ownership is an unattainable thing. And it actually was for me for a very long time. Accommodation was a huge problem in the world of Yennski.

I was poor between 1992 and 2007 – in low-paid work or on benefits. Accommodation was a problem for a long time. I applied for the priority stream for public housing in 2003 and was granted it on the basis of my having lived in over thirty places ever the preceding years! I was also a prisoner between 1994 and 1999 and that had a big impact on my access to housing. It is almost impossible to get a rental when you have just been in jail and share houses are also often off limits. 

I lived in boarding houses and crisis accommodation for some time. Testament to the issue was the feeling I had when I moved into accommodation for young people with mental illnesses in 2000. The house was as crumbling mansion in Melbourne’s inner suburbs. There were multitudinous huge spiders in the house and I HATE spiders. I had 13 housemates –  some of home were very challenging – and the house had staff and strict rules. If I had to live somewhere like that now I would be horrified but at the time I thought it was my dream home!

I lived in places with people with major drug problems, I lived briefly with a partner who stole from me and assaulted me. I lived in public housing for almost four years and the neighbours were mostly drug addicts and alcoholics and I even had a stalker there. She would glare at any female visitors I might have – including my mum! I hated my public housing flat with a passion and it was when I lived there that I was determined to move out and get a ‘proper’ job (i.e. a well-paid and full-time professional position.)

It might seem absurd for an autistic and ADHD ex-prisoner with schizophrenia would even consider this idea of a ‘proper’ job and the financial independence it might involve. However I am nothing if not determined so I set my sights high and I actually got what I wanted. In 2007 I moved to Canberra to start a dramatically different life. Less than two years after I moved I bought my first property. This one was actually not very nice. It was originally sued as public housing and it was built the same year I was born and had a lot of problems, especially plumbing problems. My schizophrenia made me think that it was haunted so I was always scared when I was there. I have two major episodes of psychosis which can be reasonably ascribed to extreme anxiety related to my apartment. I hated the place. In 2020 I finally sold it. I had thought it would be impossible to sell and I would be stuck with it for eternity  so I put a low price on it. In fact I accepted an offer in less than two days and settlement went through shortly afterwards. I was free!

I rented for two years after that as I was still quite unwell and wanted to ensure I would be mentally ready to purchase a new home. I bought Yennski Central in August 2022 and moved in six weeks later. And yes when I rented I was an amazing and responsible tenant! When I was younger I was the tenant from hell but I guess things change.

I think accommodation is a big problem for a lot of autistic and neurodivergent people. Work can be an issue and obviously work feeds into your approach and capacity around housing. Also people with children can be discriminated against in rental properties and especially if they have autistic kids. Accommodation can be really stressful for autistic people. For me, renting and owning are stressful for different reasons. Renting is stressful because you are always at the mercy of the real estate agent and owner. There is also the worry or accidentally damaging the property – multiplied when you have children or pets. Owning is scry because it is such a big commitment. What if you lose your job? What if interest rates go too high for you to pay the mortgage? 

I am very fortunate to have my home. After 48 years I finally found a place to call home. I wish the same for everyone.

 

I work full-time in the public service. In addition to that I have written 13 published books, I give around two talks per month, mentor people, publish a regular blog post, contribute to magazines and journals, do consultancy work, give endorsements for books, manage a social media presence with a direct reach of around 35,0000 people, publish weekly Yemes and give media appearances. My workload is unlikely and possibly untenable but I somehow manage it, mostly without any burnout or stress.

I think the main reason I manage such an absurd workload is that I love what I do. I love pretty much every single element of my workload. I love my public service job and I love my advocacy work. My work is my passion. Autistic people often experience intense joy from their passions and I am no exception. My love of my work empowers and enables me to undertake a huge amount of things because I enjoy them. There is also the fact that much of what I do helps people so that energises me as well. I spent many years not being very helpful to anyone so now the fact that I get to support others with my work inspires me to do more. I regularly receive positive feedback and encouragement from people who have benefitted from my work and this makes it easier to do whaat I do. 

A friend once told me the reason I avoid burnout is that I don’t mask. I think she may have been right. I have no time for masking or trying to camouflage my true self. I take the opinion that if people don’t like the real Yenn then they can go away! This certainly makes life easier. I used to do a lot of masking when I was younger. In fact I did it so much that I lost touch with my true identity and it took years to get to a place where I knew and liked my true self. These days what you see is what you get and it definitely makes life easier! The energy it takes to hide yourself is intense and I imagine if I was doing that then I would be much more prone to burnout.

Another reason that I can manage my frankly ridiculous workload is that I am focused and that I am quick and decisive. Added to that is the fact that I have prodigious talents in the areas of writing and public speaking. While many people would be daunted by the prospect of writing a book or giving a TEDx talk, I find these things enjoyable. It’s funny because people say ‘wow, I couldn’t do those things you do’ but they have children. While I can hop up on stage and give a talk at the drop of a hat, raising children is something I definitely couldn’t do so I am equally impressed at others’ capability to raise children! I guess it just shows that everyone has different talents and we are all needed. And I suspect thee world  needs more good parents than authors or public speakers!!

I actually love my work and I would be very sad if I couldn’t do any of it any more. It is a great joy and privilege to get to do all the things I do. I am grateful for the opportunity to try to make the world a better place through what I do and very grateful that I am capable of doing everything I do. Long may it continue!

I have schizophrenia. In 1995 when I was 21 I self-medicated with a range of illicit drugs. Drug use became my passionate interest. I was described as the most prolific and generous drug addict in my suburb. Being high was a full-time job. People told me that drug use could cause mental health issues but surely that wouldn’t happen to me? I was 21 and invincible. Nothing bad could happen to me! Sadly that was completely untrue. After being evicted and facing the real prospect of sleeping under a bridge I became psychotic. I ended up in hospital and thus began almost thirty years of illness. I have been in hospital more times than I could count. I have lived in countless residential mental health services and had hundreds of mental health workers over the years.

My schizophrenia is described as treatment resistant. This means that I take the medication but still get unwell. I have tried almost all the anti-psychotic medications. Most of them do very little. I think if my illness was a person it would be a bully with a very bad attitude! The medications are no fun. They all have significant side effects. I am on the final drug now, Clozapine. Clozapine is the most effective drug for schizophrenia. It is given to people for whom the other medications don’t work. Sounds good doesn’t it? Well it is effective but it is also totally brutal. 

The ‘mild’ side effects of Clozapine include significant weight gain, muscle tremors, drooling and sedation. I go to bed at 7pm each night and sleep through the night. It is actually great to get reliably good sleep even if it is a bit debilitating to spend 11 hours asleep every night! However, I said goodbye to my evenings some years ago! The weight gain is a nightmare. I have to be extremely careful not to put on weight. I can have almost no sugar or carbs and still put on weight. When people offer me a cake I really wish they wouldn’t! The drooling side effect for me is confined to the nighttime so I am OK with that and the muscle tremors are rare – although I remember one medication made me poke my tongue out constantly which was embarrassing to say the least!

Clozapine also has some very scary side effects. One of them is extreme constipation. I googled deaths due to Clozapine once and a lot of people had died form bowel obstructions due to extreme constipation. The other really scary side effects are life-threatening heart conditions and something called neutropina which is where your white blood cells are deficient. It means you could be killed by what would usually be a minor infection.

So why would I want to do this to myself? Why would I take this medication which threatens to shorten my life and has a lot of very negative effects on my existence? Most people who know me have not seen my experience psychosis but I have and it is not nice. It is like a waking nightmare. Clozapine has not only kept me safe and out of hospital but it has freed me from a lifetime of fear. I used to be unable to sleep on top of the covers in bed in summer even on the hottest days. This was because I was terrified that the ghosts would attack me and I would be much safer under the covers. I also used to be unable to have a mirror in the bedroom because I thought that looking in the mirror at night would summon the ghosts and I would see them in the mirror, behind my back. This was just my resting normal. I was not psychotic at the time and would have described myself as well. Clozapine has saved me from that near constant fear.  

I actually hate that I need to take medication. I want my illness to leave me alone and go away. I often question the diagnosis, despite knowing deep down that it is correct.  I am grateful that there is medication and that it works but at the same time I hate that I have to take it. It will probably shorten my life which makes me angry and sad. If only 21 year old Yenn had listened to the advice of others about their drug use! But they didn’t and what I have is what I have. I am grateful to be able to do all the thongs I do though. It is quite wonderful. 

2 September is an auspicious day in the Yennski calendar and sadly not a very edifying one. On this day in 1994 I went to prison for the first time. I went back on several occasions. What would twenty year old Yenn, a university student form a family where there was no contract with the criminal justice system end up on the wrong side of prison walls? Initially it was because of a relationship with a very dangerous man who was almost ten years my senior. I started a relationship not realising how dangerous he was. By the time I finally figured out that he was bad news I had got in very deep and feared that if I left him that he would probably kill me. So I went along with his crimes – very reluctantly – out of fear of what he would do if I did not. This resulted in me committing a robbery with him and going to jail for six months. 

The world of prison was very different to any of the worlds I had encountered – namely Christadelphian church members and socialists – the only two social groups I had belonged to at that point. I realised early on how I needed to ask in order to survive in prison. I was so adept at this masking that I ended up believing  it myself! I was a big scary criminal – apparently. I realised that prison was like a malevolent high school where the bullies could kill you. While I never fitted in at high school, I learned to fit in within prison walls because my life actually did depend on it. 

My first arrest resulted in a number of additional things to me going to prison. It also resulted in a new identity for me and a massive drug habit when I was released. I self medicated with drugs after I was released from jail the first time. I had experienced a lot of trauma and witnessed some very dark things. I knew how I felt when I was on drugs. It was reliable whereas being ‘straight’ was scary and emotionally unpredictable. The trauma feelings would attack me so I avoided ever being ‘straight’. I lived in a house full of drug dealers. We stopped paying the phone bill so the phone was cut off. Then we stopped paying the rent so we were evicted. I faced the very real possibility that I would be sleeping on the street. This stress coupled with the extreme drug use resulted in me becoming psychotic. I still have schizophrenia almost three decades after that. This is why I worry when young people get into drugs. I wouldn’t wish schizophrenia on anyone.

After this I ended up in supported accommodation and hospital and then once more, prison. The next prison sentence related to me being psychotic and believing that prison was a derepression cure. I kept committing crimes in order to go to jail where I thought my mental health would behave. This began three years of being in an out of jails and psychiatric hospital wards. I was unwell and I was institutionalised. Basically what happened for me was a justice response to a mental health problem. Magistrates would despair of the situation, saying I shouldn’t be sent to jail but that there was nowhere else to send me. I was the most desperate and broken human being you could imagine. This is funny because these days I think some people think I am telling fibs when I talk abut that time in my life but it is 100 per cent the truth. 

I escaped form that would initially through attending a mental health residential service which gave me more confidence to be myself and to see hope for myself not just the endless misery which had pretty much been my life up to that point. People supporting me and having faith that I could – and would – change was a huge catalyst for change in my life. It was never a full gone conclusion that I would change my life. Things could have gone either way for a long time. Now I am confident that prison won’t feature in my future but it was touch and go for a long time. I even abused drugs on occasion up until 2004. 

The big change for me was the publication of my autobiography in 2006. After that thing were pretty much on track. Now, some 17 years later, I am a career public servant who owns property. In fact I have owned two properties, and sold one, Whimsy Manor, in 2020 and bought Yennski Central, where I currently live, in 2022. I describe myself as unusual but a lot of other neurodivergent people end up in the criminal justice system, even when it is not an appropriate response to their behaviour. Often a criminal justice response is applied when it is not appropriate and doesn’t help anyway. While I don’t excuse any criminal behaviour that I or others do, it is important  to be aware that criminal behaviour from neurodivergent folks is often not because they are ‘bad’. There is a wide range of reasons for criminal behaviour and it is important for courts and police to understand this. I am delighted to not be in that world any more as it is a horrible place where hope is a rare thing.  

I belong to a good number of inclusion / intersectional groups. I am a couple of kinds of Neurodivergent, many kinds of Queer and have a traumatic past which include some pretty horrific experiences of institutional neglect, incarceration and associated powerlessness. Every day of my life I am reminded that I am different, that I face disadvantage, that I am seen by some as being ‘less.’ I experience everything from unintentional unconscious bias to outright hostility and hatred. It is exhausting.

I will share some of the more memorable micro-aggressions I have experienced since coming out as non-binary. I came out in 2018 for the first time on Facebook (as you do!!) A trans friend told me I would discover who my friends were, who they weren’t and that it would surprise me. They were absolutely correct. Some people reacted the way I expected but not everyone did. Social media can be a scary place and it is full of bigots but also people who might be well-meaning but who come out with some doozies in terms of bias and micro-aggression. My favourite was the person who said I couldn’t wear a skirt if I was non-binary because skirts were for girls. I wondered if this meant I shouldn’t wear pants either given that they are gendered male. Who knew?? Another one was the person who insisted that my Facebook page was about autism not gender and I should stop talking about gender on my page. I mean, it is my page. I could post about bunnies if I so desired or Lego or the music of Bjork! 

It is not confined to the world of gender diversity. As an autistic person I have been on the receiving end too. Someone once said at the launch of one of my  books ‘oh don’t say you are autistic – you could pass for normal.’ Add that to the countless people saying ‘we are all on the spectrum somewhere’ and those telling me off for identifying as ‘Autistic!’ All of these come from ignorance and unchecked privilege but the gender-based ones tend to be the most likely place for outright hatred and the autism ones are due to ableism and ignorance.

I have been trolled by strangers and ’friends’ alike. Someone even managed to say something horrible about my late and very much missed moggie Mr Kitty. What kind of hatred does a person have to ahsave to a attack a dead kitty?

Last weekend I had a workshop which was in a building in Barton. Apart form the organisation running the workshop there was one staff member from the building. At morning tea this person was quite patronising to me – I must have been wearing my ‘Disabled’ sticker! Then shortly after that I needed the toilet but I didn’t know where it was. The staff member from the building said to me without hesitating ‘the ladies is that way.’ I am fairly certain she was trying to be helpful but it really upset me. I wish people would not assume gender – and particularly  MY gender! I was talking about it to a friend today and she said that most people would assume gender when they saw me and I understand that but it just upsets me. I rarely assume gender based on looking at a person – although I admit I have done it before. For me a person could be any gender and wear any kind of clothes. I am not going to assume they are a particular gender. Surely this is why we introduce ourselves with our pronouns. 

It is a full time job managing all the bigoted nonsense that is out there. We need a lot more understanding or trans experience and we need more positive representation or trans and gender divergent folks. Ice again, things are improving in the neurodiversity space  but there is still a long way to go. 

I educate people where I can. Some activists say we shouldn’t have to educate ignorant people but I am always happy to educate – although I agree that other people’s bigotry and bias is not my responsibility to fix! 

I am lucky in this area. I am a confident, accomplished Autistic, non-binary and Asexual person. I don’t take crap! I am an alpha personality too and am more than happy to pull someone up if they do the wrong thing – gently leading those who don’t mean it and challenging those where there is intent. Sometimes people say ‘I can’t use your pronouns because it is too hard.’ That is common one I have got over the years and I have to turn it around and explain how it feels for me to be misgendered.

I think things are improving in this space but there is never room for complacency. There are plenty of people who would have me simply because I am non-binary. So keep flying the flag for inclusion in all its forms  and if in doubt, ask a trans person.

 

I was having an epic lunch on Friday with a good friend and fellow disability advocate / activist. I related a story of pulling up someone who was using very inappropriate language around schizophrenia. I talked about how even though I knew I had done the right thing I still felt uncomfortable and didn’t want to be seen as ‘difficult.’

I am an alpha personality. It is one of the secrets to my success but even then the idea of not making trouble is pretty much ingrained in my psyche. We talked about this and about how often other advocates experience  discrimination and disempowerment.

The thing that gets me about this is that the leaders, the advocates and activists experience aggression and ableism and struggle with it, like me not wanting to be ‘difficult’ when I am an advocate with a large following and lengthy experience! If advocates struggle with this how does everyone else cope? I am confident an have a bunch of self-esteem but I am also ground down by ableism, discrimination and bullying that I have expected over the years, If I struggle with standing up for myself what happens for people who aren’t advocates and who don’t have the kind of self-esteem and confidence that I do?

If the advocates struggle with challenging unhelpful and ableist thinking what does this mean for others who are not advocates and who feel very disempowered? And challenging poor thinking and behaviour definitely relates to power. Advocates are likely to have more personal power and influence than those who are not advocates. Ableism and discrimination clearly relate to a power dynamic and the more disempowered a person the bigger challenge this is likely to post.

I guess that is the point of advocacy to empower people to stand up for themselves and call out ableism an poor behaviour. I think for me it is quite complex. The past few years of my life have been quite affirming and have built my confidence but most of my life before I was 30 was pretty invalidating and negative, leading to me struggling to stand up for myself. I think Disabled folks often have similar experiences. We also live in a world where it is expected that Disabled folks shouldn’t complain or be ‘bolshy.’ We should apparently be grateful for things other consider a right. Apparently we should accept whatever we are given and not complain. Yep, ableism is all around. 

It took me many years to become assertive and even now I struggle, When I stood up to the person misusing the term schizophrenia to describe his career (as in the idea of a split personality – this I highly offensive to schizophrenic folks, including me), as soon as I finished pulling him up I felt guilty and downplayed my initial comment. This from an advocate of almost twenty years’ tenure!

I think the more we model being ‘difficult’ the better. If we don’t call things out they will go unchecked and other Disabled people will experience that discrimination and feel they can’t challenge things. And I am sorry that I backtracked a bit when I challenged the person the other day. It would have been better if I held my ground. In future I will try to be confident in my challenge but it is difficult. I am a very gentle advocate but I think sometimes I – and the wider world – would benefit from a. Yenn who is a bit more bolshy. The more advocates model assertiveness and challenging unhelpful and ablest thinking and comments the better. When I say something ti doesn’t only help me it helps others as well.  

I was talking to a cis gender friend the other day. She said ‘well there isn’t anything interesting about bathrooms…’ This was a very different view to mine as a non-binary person who doesn’t use the gendered toilet facilities! For me – and many other trans people – toilets can be very fraught. Many buildings have accessible bathrooms for Disabled folks which are described as ‘accessible and unisex’, some have unisex toilets and some have all gender facilities but sadly some have only gendered facilities. Knowing which loo to use is a big issue for me. I don’t like to use the accessible bathroom.  I will avoid using the gendered ones and sometimes have to hold on due to there being no appropriate facility which is not very healthy and I really shouldn’t have to.

Toilets are political because gender diversity is political. I was asked to give an interview in the USA a while back. They asked me what I wanted to speak about and I immediately responded ‘autism and gender diversity’. The  producer said they couldn’t have that as a topic because they don’t share ‘political’ content. I was horrified and declined to do any interview with them. Why is my gender ‘political’? It is just an attribute I have, part of what makes up my identity and sense of self. Is my mum’s gender ‘political’? Is my dad’s? No because they are cis gender which apparently isn’t political but my gender is somehow different.

I don’t see being non-binary as political. I just see it as who I am. I celebrate my non-binary identity but there are many people in the world who would hate me just because I exist. There is a whole nasty subculture of transphobic bigots. They are vocal and have a big reach. They say horrible things about transgender folks, especially trans women and kids but really when it comes down to it they hate all of us. I don’t understand why these people are so full of hate. Trans people don’t have an agenda, we are not coercing children into being trans and we are not recruiting. My only agenda  is to try and make a positive difference in the world, cuddle my cat and have a gin and tonic on occasion! You actually can’t coerce a person into being trans. Someone will find their own identity but someone is not going to identify as trans because  someone coerced or somehow recruited them. Autistic trans kids are often the recipients of that kind of transphobia. The idea that trans autistic kids can’t know their own gender is prevalent amongst bigots. I will say that I have ALWAYS known my gender is not cis female. The only reason I didn’t come out was that ist was the 1980s and we had no idea about different genders them but if I was a child now I would probably have come out at age 5.

Being non-binary for me is political simply because of the world we live in but it shouldn’t be. In Yennski’s preferred world people’s gender would simply be their gender, no politics involved at all. Sadly we live in a world where trans people are subject to violence and hatred and there is a large group of people who pretty much dedicate their lives to being horrible to us! I really want a world where toilets are not political and where trans folks can be treated with respect and inclusion  and our gender has no politics attached and is just our gender. And if all buildings had all gender toilets that would be a very good thing and great place to start.