I spy with my little eye . . . someone on the spectrum

Well, it looks like someone started noticing the neuro diversity of people on the autism spectrum. And they are providing interesting, gainful employment as well.

In the UK (GCHQ) for some it may mean government pensions and perks. (I surely would like to work there as a continuation of my previous career)

However, being an analyst is not the only job in the market for those with Autism. Look at Specialisterne from Denmark. They are dedicated to employ people with Autism.

They are part of the Specialist People Foundation. Here is a quote from their website

The Specialist People Foundation works to enable one million jobs for people with autism and similar challenges through social entrepreneurship, corporate sector engagement and a global change in mind-set. We work with stakeholders around the world to bring about our vision of a world where people are given equal opportunities in the labor market

The company I work for have at least 4 people on the Autism Spectrum (me being one of them) and I am the only one that is advocating it. The rest are "under-cover" so to speak. However, all of them are specialists or close to specialists in their area of expertise and I am sure the company is benefiting from it.

So, I think companies and HR managers should look again at their bias against people with 'disabilities' and start to utilize the unique skills they bring to the workplace.

The article that sparked the blog post below:

I spy with my little eye . . . someone on the spectrum

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