So what causes Autism? Causation versus correlation versus stigma – we need to have a talk


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Huge topic! Huge URL!

The last one for 2015 for Echoes of Mermaids. What a year!

Science cat says so it must be true!

The quest to find out “what causes autism” is one of the most divisive in society from both medical and personal standpoints. Until I read and reviewed – Neurotribes by Steve Silberman I was very passionate but also very in the dark about many parts of the history of Autism and people with disabilities as a whole.  I thought I knew but I didn’t – no one could have known how truly awful it is and how tied to eugenics our history has been. It’s a shadow we can’t seem to totally outrun.

So when I saw the latest “studies show” article I rolled up my sleeves and went in. This is all very personal to me. It’s a Canadian study, Canadian researches. And I’m an Autistic woman who has chronic, often debilitating life threatening depression. I never took medication. All the fear and misinformation surrounding them made me too ashamed to try. I wonder if I maybe could have led a more level life in places? Been able to work more. Been a mom…

That’s part of what we have to do as advocates, you know. We find the places that spread fear through ignorance and mis-information and make sure our side is seen. Nothing about us, without us – right? I take that seriously. I dedicate a good portion of my day, to it.

Yesterday presented this Canadian made gem. A loaded trifecta of mental health issues, women’s bodies/choices and autism. It boasted an 87 per cent increased risk of having a child diagnosed with autism compared to those who didn’t use antidepression medication during pregnancy. It used words like “raising the alarm.

link to article on CTV Facebook page

link to article on CTV site

Canadian researchers are raising the alarm about the use of antidepressants during pregnancy, unveiling research that finds the drugs are strongly linked to an increased risk of autism.

We’ve got the typical concerning click bait headline calling into question both antidepressants and autism. The pristine picture of a pregnant belly of a woman presenting as white. The pulling of our hearts for what should be the perfect family and the fear of not getting it because of, dun dun dun dun….. AUTISM

The word often looms heavy and is portrayed as something evil that comes in the night and steals once perfectly normal children. The only way society as a whole can seem to accept or tolerate us in any sort of positive light is if we are labeled a “high-functioning” type – like the character on ‘The Big Bang Theory’, Sheldon. A bit of research shows he was never written to be Autistic or to have Aspergers, which is seen as the “geeky” type of Autism. But he’s been glommed onto by NT’s and Autistic’s alike. The token one. What normalized, ableist, accommodated society is prepared to accept. Problem with that is it’s a world filled with many neurodivergent people. And we are not living the lives we could be. Articles like this are part of that problem.

So I opened up the article and read it all. Not just the click bait headline and not just the first paragraph. All of it. And then I responded in the comments of the CTV FB page:

No, no, no, no. Just stop.

I’m autistic. Do you know what it is like to read this garbage day after day and then try and fix the damage because it?

We are not the result of vaccine damage, toxins or medication. We’ve always been here.

You know what causes autism?

Autistic people. Stop this foolishness. Work towards an inclusive, accommodating society. Stop chasing non existent boogymen.

Oh, and if you do have an autistic child? Stop being distracted by this stuff. Talk to adults like myself who can help. Accept that autism is part of a neurodiverse society and that we aren’t going any where despite history trying to erase us.

We are sick and tired of being used to scare people. This stuff leads to autistic children being murdered.

So just stop. Take your meds and stop being scared about autistic people. We really aren’t that scary, or tragic. We are people, just like everyone else.

For those who did not read the article – you’ve been had by another click bait headline. This is at the end of the article. Open your eyes!

“Overall, she said, 1.2 per cent of the mothers in the study who used SSRIs had children who eventually developed autism, and this percentage falls within the established ranges found in the general population”

Looks like a few people agreed with me

Looks like a few people agreed with me, huh? Yay! Maybe some are listening?

It was an observational study. The difference between observational studies and experiments is the researcher has no control over how subjects are assigned to groups and/or which treatments each group receives. This is done for ethical reasons a lot of the time. We shouldn’t pick 2 children say, and force one to take a drug they have no need for to compare it with a child who does to see the outcome.

From the article:

Because this was an observational study, Berard said her team could not determine whether antidepressants are causing autism, and she noted there is still a lot that experts don’t know about the condition

Overall, she said, 1.2 per cent of the mothers in the study who used SSRIs had children who eventually developed autism, and this percentage falls within the established ranges found in the general population.

“The numbers that are being reported are not out of range,” she told CTV News, noting that it’s “not clear” that there is a causal relationship between antidepressants and autism.

Wait a minute! Hold up! Canadian researches are sounding the alarm, I thought. In the end the numbers were consistent with the general population? Where’s that 87% number fit in again!?

This is where the understanding and acceptance of recognizing correlation versus causation comes in. Allow me to demonstrate with a handy-dandy graph.

Or is it the increase in organic food sales?!

When you take the sales of organic food over a 12 year period and run those numbers alongside of the stats for what the media often totes as the shocking rise in those being diagnosed with Autism — you see something quite interesting. The 2 are rising together at nearly the same rate.

Now, we intrinsically know that is just not correct. Even though the numbers can make a case for it, doesn’t mean it is true. It only takes a small bit of fear to niggle away at the constant streams of “what if’s” thoughts.  And people share that fear based, bad information. A lot. I call them “Henny Penny’s.” Their skies are always falling.

Observe what the fear, misinformation and shaming of women and mental health issues looks like when Autism is brought into the picture, by other women. See the weight of the stigma surrounding these connected issues unfold from the article.

Another person rushes in to wag their finger


This person wants to tell depressed women what to do with their bodies.

These types of comments are typical and relentless and daily. Everyone else has an opinion on what we should do with our bodies. It prevents people who need help from speaking up for fear of judgement and losing jobs, homes and children.

Observe just how ugly and ignorant it can get when people talk about Autistic or “special needs” children. I sit and read this stuff, because there is no way to avoid it and I get so angry or so sad. She clearly didn’t even read the article at all. The click bait headline – worked.  The fear of autistic people like me further amplified for ad revenue.

This person says they have dedicated their life to making special needs childrens lives as full as possible but it doesn't really seem like that, does it?

I didn’t pull any punches, did I? She thinks even a 1% risk of having an Autistic child is too much. That is wrong. It’s so wrong. My heart aches.

That comment up there that one really got to me. I’ve seen variations of it 100’s of times but this one just kinda stuck in a bit deeper.

So many things wrong with her comment – so many,  but what I want to highlight is what this incessant need to identify, treat, cure and prevent does.

It makes it accessible, even desirable, to murder autistic children and adults too. Your existence is viewed as a burden, or as a shell of what you were suppose to be. When you are talked about in terms of prevention and cure. When who you are which is Autistic, is seen as separate and the enemy it leaves room for abuse. it leaves room for pity which ends up justifying murder. It’s part of why I say Autistic so much and whenever I can. I want to change the literal way people think about us. I want to keep the human attached so that we can be treated as such.

Honestly, I am physically shaking writing this part. So I will had it over to my friend Shannon who has written about this in a way I can’t. From the perspective of the mother of an Autistic son. Her words are raw. Please, listen to her ↓

→ “Please Stop Being “Understanding” When Autistic Kids Are Murdered” ←

Double standard

I think more people are starting to understand that girls/women are also autistic and continue to be chronically under-diagnosed. As we make gains with that, numbers change. For 25 years I was counted in the bipolar stat. I’ve met so many girls especially in the last few years who have had the same happen. You can see the numbers of other types of diagnoses go down as Autism, rises. It’s so simple really and it’s been made so complicated at the expense of real people.

If you’d like to read more about that please see → Autism increase mystery solved: No, it’s not vaccines, GMOs glyphosate–or organic foods.

In fact, many women who were not properly diagnosed finally end up at the Doctor for chronic and debilitating depression and PTSD issues. It’s how many of us are found to be or end up identifying as Autistic. So we go on anti-depression meds, feel better, get pregnant and make more Autistic babies! The genetic component to Autism is a real thing folks. We keep clutching at these environmental causes, but to what end? What are you all searching for, exactly. Then what will you do when you find “it”?

Autistic people have always been here and we wish to continue to be. We have advanced every area of society. At times we’ve been 100 years ahead of our Neurotypical counterparts, (it’s true, get Neurotribes for Christmas and see for yourself!) we just aren’t always the best at self promotion or wanting to be seen. The never ending search for answers leaves us wanting, now. Leaves us needing help, now. We can’t wait – we are here and we need you to listen and to not walk towards — but run towards — embracing a neurodiverse society where all parts make up the whole – not one part rules the rest.

Let Autistic adults help. Include us in all conversations about Autism and Autistic people. Stop using us as a way to incite fear. We can see and hear what you’re doing. We demand it end now. Before another life is needlessly taken.

One more is just too many. This stigma, the shame – it all needs to stop now. It’s literally killing us, one way or another.

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The Importance of Autistic People Seeing Reflections of Ourselves in Media – Sesame Street, Julia and Me


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I kept seeing a link over and over again in my facebook feed yesterday and today which got my attention, plus a friend shared it on my wall. Once I saw what it was all about I hit the “share” button and started to type out how it made me feel. It quickly became something that belonged here on Echoes of Mermaids and not a fb post.


Fuzzy favorites Grover, Abby and Elmo are joined by their newest muppet pal, Julia, a character with autism, in Sesame Street Workshop‘s new nationwide initiative.”

                                             Meet Julia!! She’s Autistic!

image (c) Sesame Workshop/Marybeth Nelson

image (c) Sesame Workshop/Marybeth Nelson

If you’re NeuroTypical (LINK you might not understand what a big deal this all is, and that’s okay because it’s probably not part of your life experience unless there are Autistic people in your life. So let me tell you why this means so much to me as an Autistic person.

I was born in 1969, the same year as Sesame Street as it goes. I’m actually 8 months older! How special and really life saving it’s been to grow up with them, to have our beginnings intermingled as they have. It’s lucky I even got to see it! Growing up in rural East coast Canada we only had 2 channels — 3 when we could tune in the French one. So this show was a standout not only in its content, but also its longevity.

I can’t ever remember not feeling different from everyone else in fundamental ways that seemed to keep me separate no matter how hard I tried to fit in and be liked. Trying to be understood was nearly impossible.  It was like I had a really important secret that even I didn’t know. Everyday I searched to figure out what it was that seemed to prevent me from connecting to people like I did to animals, to plants, rocks, stuffed animals, the moon and the stars, colours, cameras, books, the number 3 to music most of all.

See, despite a frantic search for a reflection of myself in other people whether in person or on TV I never could seem to quite find it, nor did I go about it in very good ways at times. I was always looking for some sort of ‘sign’ that I was connected to someone else because I just don’t understand the supposed natural process of it. Sometimes I’d find what I thought were enough signs and I’d become out of control about it all, mostly in my head. I’d emotionally suffocate people once I grabbed a hold – all trying just so desperately to figure out where I fit but more so – WHY wasn’t I fitting in despite all my very young mind had come up with to try to make that happen.

The pressure I put on myself for being different — and then trying to crack the code of fitting in because when I acted as my true self it just wasn’t tolerated mostly — was staggering even at the age you see in the photo below.

A girl and her plastic dog. Grade Primary - 1974

A girl and her plastic dog.
Grade Primary – 1974

Sesame Street instantly became something I looked forward to seeing SO much. I could have watched it all day, along with a show that very few may have heard of outside of Canada called “Bixby and Me” (“Bixby Says… Reeeeeelaaaax.”)  I was actually introduced to Bixby at my one room Schoolhouse where I attended Grades P,1 and 2 and walked uphill – just one way – to get to school.  That’s my School picture above and when I was Reeeeeelaaaax‘ing with Bixby!

♪ It's Bixby and me, we live in a tree, and for miles around, there's so much to see. There's plenty to do, and people to meet, so come on along, with Bixby and me ♪

♪ It’s Bixby and me, we live in a tree,
and for miles around,
there’s so much to see.
There’s plenty to do,
and people to meet,
so come on along,
with Bixby and me ♪

Those 2 shows became what I relied on for the majority of my “scripts” (LINK to YouTube Video about Scripting ⇒ ) from pre-school through to about grade 3 or 4 when those scripts didn’t work anymore with my peers. Even at 46 years old I love it when I find someone who I can communicate with using just lines from Sesame Street or other childhood favourites as the main language.

Until 2011 when the seizures started my life was a seemingly endless cycle of trying to find reflections of myself in others so I could figure out how and where I belonged. So I could maybe be like others and answer questions with ease and not the awkward way I did. So that when I was a kid I could figure all the weird ‘girl’ toys out (umm Barbie? Yeah, I don’t get that whole thing) and look happy doing it because that’s what I saw reflected back to me and it’s what was asked of me.

I was supposed to want to play with other kids and expected to know how. But I wanted the time alone in my room looking at my Kaleidoscope or my Viewmaster to be respected as important to me. My escapes from so many failed attempts at play and friendship because they truly made me feel happy and I didn’t have to struggle so hard.  I was fine with hanging out with my Grandmother, or my pet rabbit, or my abundant ‘favourite’ rock collection.

I also remember watching Romper Room in hopes of hearing my name!

Romper, bomper, stomper boo. Tell me, tell me, tell me, do. Magic Mirror, tell me today, have all my friends had fun at play?

Romper, bomper, stomper boo.
Tell me, tell me, tell me, do.
Magic Mirror, tell me today,
have all my friends had fun at play?

                “I see Robert and Kathy and Mark and Emily and Pa….trick…”

                                               (maybe next time 🙄 )

Because despite wanting those times alone there were also times I wanted to be seen, to be acknowledged, to be understood. I knew I had so much to offer the world but I just couldn’t seem to break through. I notice to this day (literally) conversations end when I participate.

Shows like Sesame Street helped me to be able to exist around my peers enough to just get by. Just getting by never fills you up though, so you’re in a constant state of losing ground – well, sanity really.  I used my scripts from the show and the things I learned from the various skits as ways to communicate with others. But I rarely ever saw myself, even in a show as diverse as it was. It was teaching me ways to be around others but was it really teaching others how to be around and accommodating of me?

They’ve taken a giant step forward in this regard. In giving Autistic kids the opportunity to see a world accepting of our differences. To see that we can fit in on our own terms and not spend all of our processing abilities on working to blend in and hide the things we need to cope – like stimming to self regulate for example.

And they’ve done something which is what ultimately allowed me to feel good about talking about this on my website. They worked with ASAN for the past year on this project!

ASAN‘s Statement on Sesame Workshop’s “See Amazing” Initiative.
LINK ⇒ (

ASAN was able to accomplish this with the tireless advocacy of so many actually Autistic and our allies who work with Boycott Autism Speaks. They pushed for Sesame Street to partner with more than just Autism Speaks, who as it goes is not a good organization at all.

I’m also including a link from ‘The E is for Erin’ that offers a very in-depth critical review. There are many very valid points.


“Throughout all of their material, they use “person first language” or PFL (person with autism, so-and-so has autism) rather than “identity first language” or IFL (autistic person, so-and-so is autistic) despite the fact that most autistic people prefer IFL. With that, they didn’t even attempt balance. PFL happens to be a total deal breaker for me. I can’t imagine ever telling my kids that I have autism or you have autism, because in that language, it sounds like I have a disease or a disorder, which I do not. I am autistic, which is the way I am and the way I experience the world.”

I checked out the interactive book on their website called “We’re Amazing 1, 2, 3” and cried at finally seeing a reflection of me on Sesame Street. And because when you’re an Autistic female you’re just that much more invisible, having the character be a girl means so much.  As an added plus orange is my favourite colour, like, favouritefavouritefavourite and Julia’s hair is orange!

Julia and Elmo – image (c) Sesame Workshop/Marybeth Nelson

They even have a page dedicated to just Autism!


This wouldn’t have even been possible just 5 years ago. I’m excited by the progress in the places it’s happened and a bit more hopeful for the barriers we have yet to break down. I can’t imagine Sesame Street is any less impactful and influential to the young minds that watch these days. The effect of this is beneficial for everyone which is a giant step toward how it should be.

I think though, I’m most excited for #ActuallyAutistic parents of Autistic kids who grew up with Sesame Street. To watch as they see themselves reflected in a positive and accommodating way will I hope, offer some healing for how so many of us were continuously forced to hide who we really are.

I’m really hoping Sesame Street continues to grow this part of their programming. It’s a step in the right direction, but we have a long way to go. Julia needs to transition from being purely digital to a “real” life character in the show so that this becomes far more inclusive. There needs to be Autistic characters of different races.  Black girls especially have a real difficulty being diagnosed and having access to services. We need Autistic LGBTQ characters.  Autism is a commonality — but we are all very different. The public image remains that it is mainly a young white male issue, but that’s far from the overall picture.

I don’t have children, but I have a Great Nephew who is just a year old and it’s a good feeling to know that this far more inclusive Sesame Street is the one he’ll grow with.

Welcome Julia! Lucky for me I already know the way to Sesame Street 🙂

See you there!

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finding my way through Autistic Burnout


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I realised something just recently – I’m burnt out. Talking with my one sister about it I said, “I dipped my toe into burnout” and she laughed and questioned, “Just the toe?”

Okay, so I went in up to my knees…” (she laughs at me, again)


Being Autistic and finding yourself in burnout is a big problem. I’m not talking about when life gets a bit overwhelming and you take a break and can regroup and carry on. This type of burnout is a big problem with very little literature available to help guide us through it, or even help prevent it. The only ones to talk about it are actually Autistic adults like myself. It wasn’t till we started communicating with each other that we realized what it was that was happening to us. I know it was both a relief and terrifying for me to finally have a name for it. Autistic Burnout.

While many people go on vacation to recharge from their own version of being burnt out, it was being on vacation recently that helped me realise just how far back down that rabbit hole I’ve gotten myself.


Oh Alice, why must you run off like that, chasing those rabbits…

A few weeks ago my friend and I got to the spot we call Paradise to set up camp which you can’t just drive to — you have to hike into — quite early, and were all set up and ready to go by noon. Once set up I found myself just sitting a lot. Sitting and looking at this…


I’d sit in silence and marvel at the calm that made the Lake into a reflective wonder.


I’d sit and dig my feet and hands deep into the sand. I’d pull out handfuls and let it fall, waiting for a piece to catch the sun and glisten. I’d trace the sand with my hands, fingers wide open and I’d go round and round until I could feel the palms of my hands vibrate all over. The soles of my hands and my feet are almost polished from all the sensory seeking I did with them in the warm, white sand.

I’d sit and watch a single wave come to the shore when the wind was up. I’d find one out as far as I could see and then watch it make the journey to where it ended and contemplate that for a while. Then a new one would catch my eye and away we’d go.

I’d sit and watch the dragonflies, as many as a dozen, dance around me everywhere at dusk.

And I stood in the water a lot, just stood. When the waves were plenty I’d find myself being pushed and pulled by them as they broke against my body. So I’d close my eyes and be rocked by the water. It’s a blissful surrender for me. In that space I can really breathe, the oxygen fills my soul. When the water was calm I’d stand and watch to see if the resident mated pair of Loons would break the surface before gliding by.


And in that space I faced my weariness. With all the distractions gone, I saw how far away from myself I’d wandered yet again. I’m tired. Not just physically, because I am really tired these days, but also just deep-down-to-my-bones, tired. My vital life force feels weak. My memory is a mess, I’m having a lot of trouble communicating and I’m finding myself shutting down a lot.

This is what happens when I’m not being my true Autistic self. So what does that mean? Why do I find it necessary to identify it as Autistic burnout and not just simply, burnout?

Because for 25 years I was labelled as having manic (lovely word, that) depression/bipolar. What incomplete science seen as a manic cycle was really an Autistic person being pulled so far from herself and her internal resources that she would just explode into upsetting situations, extreme emotions, and eventually end with a lack of ability to cope at all. Till that fateful day in January 2012 when I came out of a 3 day coma born of, well, no one should have to go through what I did to get to that place. It was unfair and cruel. Life is unfair and cruel I am told. My brain wiring makes me naïve. I don’t know how to understand how people can be so mean. So it’s easy to catch me unknowing and exploit that. That’s why it is so important that it be seen as a separate experience than a NeuroTypical would go through.

From the moment I accepted I am Autistic, because that took many, many months after the Doctor first talked to me about it, everything changed and I can’t go back anymore. Going back comes with known, serious consequences. I’m not NeuroTypical and while I can do a decent job of passing depending on people, places and things – I WILL suffer if I try to be something I am not for any extended period of time. The longer I try to fit where I don’t belong and acquiesce acceptance, the less I am using necessary tools I need to make my way through this really overwhelming for me world.

The internet is an overwhelming place when you have such a strong sense of social justice and wanting to be truly heard and elevate the stories of others. And when you struggle with the social aspects it can become a very dark place at times. When I finally got to where I could have internet access again after several days without it, I found myself hesitant. And when I did start catching up I felt myself slowly deflating all the good I built up on my trip. So much distress, so many people needing help and being treated unfairly — forget what you heard about being Autistic and empathy — we shut down sometimes because of how deeply we feel, not because we don’t. Don’t carry that lie any further, please.


Self portrait at night — late summer

The internet is also the place where the #ActuallyAutistic community has made our voice heard in a viable way. I’ve had 2 fairly important, I think, articles published in the last few months. One was a reaction to a local news story (Group homes won’t ruin your neighbourhood, Dartmouth) and a decent amount of work on my part but nothing like the 2nd project. That required reading a 500 page book and turning it into under 2000 word review on what I, as an Autistic person, thought of the book. (Thinking Person’s Guide to Autism : How We Autistics Got to Here: Reviewing Steve Silberman’s NeuroTribes)

The Group Home article which was my 1st ever opt/ed piece ended up being my ‘coming out’ as an Autistic person to all and anyone. I didn’t really connect to that happening till after it was published. This was a local article for a local newspaper that would be read by many locals.  It hit viscerally, just like the moment it hit me that yeah, this is the name for my brain wiring, for how I navigate the world and why I’ve always felt so separate. I actually had a Tribe here on earth and we had a name and I was accepted within that Tribe.  I burst out laughing with unmitigated joy.

What I experience as a joyful thing is still very much not understood or accepted by the majority of people. But I have NO choice anymore. I can’t be what I am not without it making me very, very sick. And since about April when my seizures came back I’ve been steadily getting very, very sick.

What the unwilling-to-see majority don’t get is that I’m not sick because I am Autistic. Sitting by the Lake and able to run my hands through the sand as much as I needed, and it not being a big deal if I was quiet, or noisy. Where I could eat with my hands, get dirty, rock back and forth, hum, script, ramble my endless facts. I was just fine. And when something came up, I could deal with it. In an accepting, accommodating environment we thrive.

So I’ve been taking a social media/comment reading break because I don’t want to get any deeper into this burnout. It’s helping a lot. In the last few days especially I find myself communicating more with those closest to me. I’ve not just gone silent online, I’ve been quite silent offline too. Most days I’ve only been saying a few words verbally. When I’m like this I don’t even listen to music.

I have some very big life decisions that need to move forward now. I’ve been through a books worth of life experience in the past 3.5 years. It finally feels like I have come through to the other side of it. And after being online for almost 19 years it feels like it’s very important to work through most of these decisions in a safe, supported environment. I can’t always just fight for those spaces. I now need to take time to use what I’ve worked so hard for. To walk my talk. To accommodate myself.

And to sit and watch and photograph more sunsets like this.


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