Yesterday, at the doctor’s office, I was asked by a person, “…but he’s gotta be high-functioning?!”
By the way, this person uttered the question as they were presently witnessing my son be an anxiety-derived, socially-inappropriate mess in the room. Even that should have given enough evidence that there are no fewer difficulties with a high-functioning autistic kiddo than there are with a low-functioning.
Whether intentional or not, the above question implies that somehow our job as a parent of a high-functioning autistic child must be somehow easier. Frankly, the term is deceptive.
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