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‘When He’s Older and Doesn’t Have Autism Anymore…’



The tagline came up in my Facebook feed and i could immediately feel my blood pressure rising! This must be another ignorant family member or organization trying to sell BS to the public. Autism cannot be outgrown!

But then I read the post! (you can read it above)

"Keegan recently got his first yearbook, and he’s very proud of it. He takes it to school every day because he and his friends like to look through it together. I mentioned to him how much fun it will be to look through as he gets older. He told me, “Maybe I can show it to some of my relatives, like Grandma and Grandpa and my cousins.”
And then he said, “And when Easton is older and doesn’t have autism anymore, I can show it to him.”"
But the fact is, Autism is forever, it is not something we grow out of. The way we handle it may change over time, or stay the same all the way through. Or we may realize who we are and drop the act to try and fit in with the Neurotypicals. But we cannot grow out of it. This is us, all of it!

Accept us, try to understand us!

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