This was the first book I ever read that featured the words of autistic people. I have to give it credit for changing my life, and those of my kids, forever. I had never read anything like it.
It starts off with a list of names of autistic people murdered by their parents and caregivers. Then hits you with Jim Sinclair’s Do Not Mourn For Me. Each essay in the book taught me something new. I’d never heard of the term Quiet Hands, hadn’t understood how abusive ABA was, encountered the torture that is the Judge Rotherham Centre. Eye opening, gut wrenching, heart breaking. Life changing.