I haven't posted on this subject, but have read this thread, and the deleted one.
Before all this came about, I was already moderating my thoughts and feelings about dd1 - i too have felt a bit surrounded by the "autism is a wonderful part of my child" viewpoint.
It isn't. my dd1 is wonderful, but her autism isn't. I would change it in an instant, because of the difficulties it causes - not only for her but for the rest of us as well. I have had to deal regularly with the disappointment of my stepchildren (who are adults now) when we couldn't do something/go somewhere, and this has been hard because of the fac tthat they are my stepchildren - the dynamics are already different. They have at times preferred not to come and stay with us because of dd1's difficulties, and that has been very hard for us (but especially dh, naturally) to deal with
Amber, the poem was a hard read, and I do not feel that way (entirely) about dd1. But plenty of people do.
"My name is Autism....I see the embarrassment their child causes because of me and the parents unsuccessful attempt to hide their child and, me. ...I am Autism. I take and give nothing but bewilderment and loathing in return. ...if I am allowed to flourish, I take away all but their physical life. What I leave behind is almost worse than death... I fear nothing except courage, which I thankfully see little of"
dd1 has caused embarrassment, not only to me, but to others around her. We deal with her as we have faced it everyday, but to someone who comes across her in passing, she is embarrassing at times.
I have at times gone some way to "hiding" dd1 - making her as non-visible as possible at an event, for eg, because I don't want people to talk to her, or to me as I am so weary of talking about it all yet again.
Autism has taken alarge part of dd1, and has certainly given her bewilderment (and me/her family at times). The loathign part has come from strangers, not from us, but it is still there.
When dd1 was small, autism did take away all but her physical life - she used to literally sit in a corner scratching at a wall, and do nothing else. I was so glad to move away from that house last year, as even though we had repainted (and replastered) I could still see the marks she had made - I will she them forever. She used to make her hands bleed and not notice. This was until she was over 2. I was certainly angry, fearful, and very definitely bewildered at that point.
The leaving behind something worse than death I can also accept as a viewopoint too. Not ine, but I know several people (and i think most parents with SN children come across this too) who have now chosen not to be my friend anymore because they cannot cope with dd1's autism. This is in no way comparign the two, but I had an ectopic pregnancy, and the same people were all too happy to talk about my loss with me and help me, but they cannot do so now with regards to dd1. Why? Because to them she is an embarrassment, and they do not know what to say. She make sthem feel awkward, in a way that death would not, as death is a part of everyone's life.
These are things that dd1 (and by extension, I) face every day. THey are out there, and they should be talked about.