I’m live-streaming fury over the ridiculous advice people give me about raising my autistic kids.

I don’t expect other people to understand the shit show that is parenting three autistic kids.

Really, any parent gets dumb advice. I don’t know, maybe it’s easier for me in this one regard because I’ve given myself the pass to say STFU. Move along.

So how do I survive? I am the Queen of Pushing Back.

Example: A child psychiatrist who knows my heavily impacted eldest child, suggested a type of in-home therapy called ABA for my middle kid.

I do not like ABA. Every damn person I meet, including the dental hygienist who has a cousin whose kid is autistic, says how wonderful it is! Well, we’ve tried it and it doesn’t work for my family. (That’s really controversial in the autism community to be Anti-ABA. Suck it.)

Here’s me pushing back:

Sorry Dr, we’ve tried it and it just stirs everyone up and makes chaos and I’m not signing on for more chaos.

“Well imagine”, he says, “if you only had ONE child with autism how it would be helpful.”

Hmm, in this alternate universe, do I also have a pony and mermaid hair? That absurdity is not worth a single second of my time because I am never going to have ONE autistic child. Stop right there. Next suggestion!

Doctors, teachers, therapists, swim instructors, mom I met at the hair salon…thank you for your entry into Most Ridiculous Words Heard list. I’m locking down this conversation.

The best advice I have to give is to never sign anything at the IEP meeting, don’t feel guilty if you have to say “No” because you feel too worn out, and say “Yes” as much as you can to your little people.

I came across the cutest cross stitch on Etsy:

You don’t have to explain yourself to idiots.

You’re not the Fuckface whisperer.

I think I’m going to buy it and wear it as a necklace.