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Cousins, ACs, autistics and cousins, autistic cousins, etc.
We used to have a term in the autistic community, we called it ‘cousins’.
It started when Xenia Grant was talking to a guy who had hydrocephalus and had a lot in common with autistic people, but was not autistic. She took a look at him and happily exclaimed, “Cousin!”
(I like to keep track of who coined terms. It can be meaningful. Xenia is the friendliest person I’ve ever met, autistic or nonautistic. That’s the spirit that ‘cousin’ started in.)
Back when NT meant a nonautistic person, another abbreviation cropped, up, AC. AC meant “Autistics and Cousins” and covered autistic people and… cousins. So you’d talk about “ACs and NTs”. But who were cousins?
Cousins were people with a neurological condition other than autism, but it gave them important things in common with autistic people. Especially sensory processing, cognitive, and social traits in common with us.
Cousinhood wasn’t something that was based on a condition. It was based on how that condition worked for a particular person. So while sometimes we’d talk about ‘cousin conditions’, there was no condition where everyone with it was a cousin.
But some common cousin conditions included: Tourette’s, hydrocephalus, OCD, schizophrenia, and AD(H)D. Just as some examples. Not everyone with those conditions was a cousin, but lots of cousins had those conditions or related ones.
The cool thing about cousin was that it dealt with the ambiguity of life. It made it so that it wasn’t just ‘us and them’. There was a broad hazy area around autism where people could be considered in many important ways ‘like us’ without being autistic.
Two people on tumblr that my brain automatically classifies as cousins are karalianne and lichgem. (That’s assuming they’re not unknowingly autistic, of course. Some people think of themselves as cousins but turn out to actually be autistic.) I don’t see them as outside of the circle I draw around ‘autism’ for social purposes, because I draw that circle at the ‘cousin’ level rather than the ‘autism’ level.
I kind of wish that most identities had this ‘cousin’ thing going, because it would resolve a lot of boundaries that people want to be strict and are not. It deals with people who are a lot like a certain type of person, without exactly being that type of person. And it does so in a really friendly and welcoming way.
I know that Tourette’s has a similar but not quite the same idea, called “Tourette’s Plus”. Where the “Plus” conditions are conditions that people with Tourette’s often have in addition, like autism or OCD. Not quite the same idea, but similar.
Eventually people started deciding that the problem with ‘cousin’ was that it made ‘autistic’ the center of the neurodiverse landscape, and that this wasn’t fair. And maybe it wasn’t fair.
But still, I miss the days where you could say “AC” or “Cousin” and people would know what you meant, immediately. And where cousins were considered an actual inside part of the autistic community, not just “allies”. I know there are parts of the autistic community where all of this is still the case. But not nearly as many as there used to be.
So I’m throwing the idea out there just in case anyone likes it as much as I do. It’s not my idea, I didn’t think it up, it existed long before I even knew there was an autistic community (and I go pretty far back compared to a lot of people these days). But I think it’s a useful idea, in some contexts, as long as you do keep in mind that autistic people aren’t the center of neurodiversity.
(But honestly I think if all neurodiverse people used the ‘cousin’ idea in their own communities, then it wouldn’t be about autism-at-the-center anymore it would just be a useful idea for people who are very similar to you in important ways without being quite the same.)
Anyway… Karalianne was talking about how she feels sometimes like she can’t even talk about certain things without qualifying them a lot, because she’s not autistic, and she’s afraid of encroaching. And I remember a time when she was not considered encroaching because everyone knew she was a cousin and that was her place in the community and nobody (that I know of) ever questioned it back then. And it upsets me that this is not the case anymore. Because she totally is one of the first people to spring to mind when I think ‘cousin’.
And I wish that Xenia’s exuberant friendliness would somehow infect the term ‘cousin’ once again, because it needs that push.
Oh, wow. I really, really, really like this. In general, I mean, as a welcoming way to think about people who are on the “margins” of all kinds of marginalized communities.
The social and emotional distinctions between calling someone a “cousin” vs “ally” feel really salient to me. And certainly there are people who are allies more than they are cousins. But there are definitely other people in my life who feel much more like cousins than allies. Particularly when we think about this in terms of LGBTQIA communities, and the fact that people who start out seeing themselves as “allies” in those communities often end up with far blurrier or queerer senses of sexual selfhood than they came in with.
And thinking of these folks – that hetero friend who’s always getting read as queer, or that cis-identified queer whose experience of gender is unusually transgressive, etc – as “cousins” seems very much in keeping with the longstanding queer tradition of referring to each other as “family.”
I can see it making sense in many other spheres of my life as well. (I definitely feel like my particular brain wiring gives me some cousinly traits with some other neurodiverse folks, even though their brain condition and mine are not the same.) But queerness is the first thing that comes to mind for me, since it’s the community where I’m most familiar with the blurriness around and battles over identity boundaries.
Like. Like. Like.
I… always used cousin in that way?
By logic, if someone is a cousin to me, I am a cousin to them. We are each our own centre, yes, but none of us is more central, or more important than the others by virtue of our neurotype, diagnosis or pattern of symptoms/expression.
Cousins I recognised included people who were epileptic, bipolar, had movement disorders, cerebral palsy, were blind or deaf or used AAC for whatever reason, had traumatic brian injury, were synaesthetes, had sensory processing disorder, dyslexia, or auditory processing disorder. The label of cousin can be applied to anyone whose brain works differently and has a shared experience with autistic people because of this. Neurodiversity is a wonderful thing. Our family is vast, and is a circle. Like the round table, there is no head, no central figure higher than the others.
A comic about looking after yourself, your loved ones and your mental health during the tough times ahead.
I started this last November, when people were hurting so hard it was difficult to function – I’m sorry it took me so long to finish it.Everyday activism you can do when you feel powerless.
And when you feel stronger, Punch back.
This is really important for those of us with chronic illness, mental illness, and disabilities, for whom marching is a dream, for whom calling politicians is an impossibility. I am queer, mentally ill and developmentally disabled. Any of these alone makes me marginalised in a society that lauds the healthy, the efficient, the successful, the conventional. Just by existing, just by refusing to pretend I’m anything but what I am, I am fighting. And by stimming in public, by wearing clothing that is both comfortable and reflective of my political beliefs, by holding hands with my partner, I am being the change I want in the world. I am carving a niche for myself and taking the space people would deny me. I am fighting for those who cannot do as much as I can.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm :3c
Hey! Look! Some of our community’s awesome autistic activists helped shut down bullshit about autism with host Dylan Marron!
Nice work, everyone involved! It’s a good show of what can happen when we speak up and say, “Hey, this is super one-sided and doesn’t represent us fairly or adequately!” So I’d also like to say good job to everyone who reacted to the earlier vid that Dylan Marron created about autism, and influenced this video, which is a follow-up with four autistic people who share their experiences.
Coming out again and again (and again) but always for the first time
Today I faced up to the email that’s been sitting in my inbox for over a week, from one of my oldest and dearest friends, my first ever internet friend, my found family brother. I’d mentioned in a previous email that I was in autistic burnout, and in reply, in the nicest possible way, he asked, ‘so, this autism thing, what’s that all about? whenever if ever you’re ready to talk about it, ilu whatever, you know that’.
And I come out to people all the time, about my autism, about my queerness, about the abuse when I was a kid, whatever. But this was hard, because I wanted to write it right, and sequencing my thoughts is really difficult for me when I’m trying to lay out something as complex as my neurotype and its effect on my life.
He’s asking because he wants to understand, and that’s wonderful, but at the same time, terrifying because unlike some random whose opinion doesn’t matter, his opinion does.
As with my queerness, it’s never a case of you come out once, and that’s it. Every day you come out again to someone you’ve just met, to a friend, to a health worker, to a family member. And every time, you’re coming out for the first time. It never gets easy. It gets familiar, but never easy, because each time you do, it’s a risk.
Will this person be receptive? Will they reject what I’m saying? Will they try to cure me with suggestions of diet, yoga or meditation? Will they tell me I’m not as disabled as a ‘real’ autistic person they know? Will they ask me if I’ve found god? Will they ask if I’ve tried sex with men? Will they ask about my functioning label, my meltdowns, my stimming or my verbal fluency, or what those things were like when I was a child? Will they think it’s all a bid for attention?
While some questions are specific to my neurotype or my sexuality or the abuse, there’s a striking similarity to many of them, particularly when they come from near strangers. It’s curiosity, yes, but there’s a need to categorise, to feel out my edges and lines and push me into a box they recognise. It’s a hard thing to be on the receiving end of, but it’s also very human. As a person being questioned, you’re torn between being polite and enstating hard boundaries. As a person questioning, you’re often just trying to understand. That doesn’t mean questioning is benign. It can be intrusive, toxic and hostile. It can involve damning snap judgements that can leave the victim reeling for days, ‘helpful’ suggestions that can crush fragile self esteem. People don’t always have the best intentions, and even those who do, often don’t understand that their ‘help’ is unwelcome or harmful.
The point I’m trying to make is that coming out is HARD. Whether you’re talking to people (as I do) about neurodiversity or sexuality or abuse, or talking about race, religion, political activism, gender… whatever you’re taking the big step to talk about with another human, either in brickspace or on the internet or the phone, it’s one of the hardest things you’ll do over and over for the rest of your life. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do it. That doesn’t mean you’ll get it right every time, or that it’ll be received well, or that you won’t regret opening your mouth sometimes. That’s how life is. But the fact that you take that step with someone… that’s huge. And you should be proud of yourself for that.
(Reblogs are fine. Go for it.)
Bracelet I found that I decided would be good for stealthy stimming. Hard, heavy, plastic beads with a matt texture on a stretchy string. Unfortunately, there was no stealthy colour option – the choice was hot pink, hot orange or hot yellow. Cost: $3.
LOLO,LOL she just thoughfully piped up saying I should eat lowcarb and less sugar and stuff and I’m like, ‘Bitch, I been gluten free for eight years, eat very little refined sugar, lost 15kg in the last two years, get plenty of exercise, tried yoga, tried talking therapy, been medicated since I was sixteen, the meds control the depression but not the anxiety so all I can do is live with it’ and walked out. She said ‘well, good luck with it all,“ and I said ‘thanks’ because I can’t help being polite, and then I walked in circles in the kitchen for a few mintues because it’s that or scream.
Why do people seem to think I’m not trying? I mentioned at least twice that I was in burnout, that all I could do right now was manage my stress and get through it. I explained that trying further education had left me housebound multiple times in the past. I told her I’d lost jobs because of my disability, because my exec function impeded my ability to work at the speed and accuracy of others.
But obviously, I’m just sitting on my arse and not trying because I’m choosing to safeguard my health. I’m fighting the urge to scream and meltdown every time I leave the house. I’m shaking my Tangle in the shops, on my treadmill at the gym, because the sensory assault and the stress of being around people makes me want to hide.
But I’m not trying, because leaving the house isn’t an achievement to them.
Wasn’t feeling too bad when I got up this morning until a (non-autistic) friend of my mum’s who’s here brainstorming schoolwork stuff with her felt the need to tell me that my executive function/anxiety/etc was ‘exactly like hers’ and how she was able to get through uni and a career by asking god for help and I’m just…..
So now I’m reading my tumblr and stimming like mad with my Tangle and trying not to cry.
Since the Manhattan puzzle was so awesome, I hit up the bigger Target today and bought the eight puzzles they had that I hadn’t already bought. Highlights include a Bourbon Street and a San Fransico puzzle by the same artist that did the Manhattan one! So I now have ten puzzles, all 500 pieces, all small enough to do on the piano stool while sitting on my sofa, all $1 each.
Also, I’d liked a Beanie Boos plushie at the other Target, but thought it was too large to be practical to carry around with me. It was a rainbow cat. This Target had a whole shelf full of this brand of plush, some larger, like the cat, some smaller. They didn’t have the cat in the smaller size, but they did have this owl which I immediately fell in love with and didn’t want to put down. He’s so soft, even the glittery bits, and I couldn’t stop rubbing him against my face the whole way to the checkouts. Oh, and according to his tag, his name is Oscar. He was $7.
We’ll be stimming…
When we’re gymming….
*90s rock chords*
Got to the gym today for the first time since the New Year. Autistic burnout has tanked my immune system, so I got a summer cold two weeks before Christmas, and then I had a persistent cough until about a week ago. Then this last week has been the hottest of the summer so far.
Mum and @kath-ballantyne were going swimming, so I figured I should get back into things, too. Had a pretty bad anxiety attack while I was getting dressed, but I pushed through, reminding myself I’d burn off the adrenaline once I got there.
Got on a treadmill with my headphones and my Tangle Therapy, knowing I’d need something besides music today. I held my Tangle in my right hand and stimmed a bunch with it as I worked out, and no one gave me any shit.
Did 5km mostly at 6.5kph, with a couple of slow songs at 6.0kph and a fast bit at 7.0kph at the end because my ride was waiting for me in the carpark from about 4.8k. 🙂
Today’s music: The Black Parade by My Chemical Romance
Today’s weight: 71.8kg
New flavour of protein shake, which tastes… almost identical to the last flavour. Just as well I don’t mind it.