A survey of Teacher Prejudice?

Interesting blog here about the reporting earlier this week of the GL-Assessment Report (there’s a link to the report and information about it in the blog, so I’m not going to repeat it here.)
But this story and the discussion around it really resonated with me. Having been ‘the SEN kid’ (relating to my physical disabilities), and having had my parents and one dedicated teacher fighting for my rights, I know what it’s like to be in the middle of a conflict where those on the other side (other teachers, Local Authority employees) are arguing that your rights should be denied and you should be left to struggle because others are more deserving.
It’s disgusting. It messes you up – and I wish the teachers who contributed to the assessment report blaming parents for seeking diagnosis and support for their children turned their anger on an education system, and a government that is failing to meet the needs of the children caught in the middle of it. Once again, “Divide and Rule”.



This morning I woke up to news that GL Assessment had published a report that stated a large majority of the 810 teachers surveyed, (57 per cent) thought there was a misdiagnosis of SEN, and over three-fifths of teachers (62 per cent) thought those children with genuine need were missing out because resources were being diverted to those who didn’t really need help.

‘As our survey of teachers makes clear, there is a widespread feeling in schools that there is a misdiagnosis of SEN and that parental anxiety, however understandable, doesn’t always help with an objective evaluation. It is not that teachers think that SEN is an inflated problem, rather that some children who deserve support are not receiving it because it has been diverted to others who do not need it. At a time when school budgets are under pressure, this misapplication of resource should not be allowed to stand.’

It is…

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Neurodiversity – Neuroequality: What does this mean to you? What do we want?

Thought it might be good to reblog this as we start a new year.

So, what’s our Neurodivergent Activism going to look like in 2017? What are we aiming for?
What are we excited about?
What are our biggest challenges?
And how can we support each other?

All best, and Happy New Year – Q.A.


Two things have popped up on my Twitter Feed today that have got me thinking (more) about the politics of Neurodiversity.

These are the things:


This was shared by the new online Neurodiversity group “NT Speaks” (@NTSpeaksUK or http://www.ntspeaks.com) and spoke to my own thoughts and questions about the ways in which we sometimes organise ourselves when we want to promote the cause of Neurodiversity – things like large conferences, face to face interaction, public speaking ,social, sensory overload – things that might be exclusionary to many in our autistic/neurodivergent communities, and to my wondering about how we might augment our approaches to be more truly, proactively inclusive.

What (else) could Neurodivergent Activism look like? What else could it involve? How can we make it better?

The second thing was this:


The 7 Demands of Second Wave Feminism were shared by Prof Celia Kitzinger – a psychologist at the University…

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Re-sharing this because it’s how I feel just now, and I reckon other people might do too. So this is a timely reminder to us all that we’re probably all/will probably all be okay. We’re stronger than we think.

Struggling now particularly with reading so much utter crap about autism. It’s been an ongoing thing for years and years – reading stuff, getting angry because it’s wrong, getting angry at NTs, at therapists, at researchers, at other autistics – but trying to make it fit because it’s supposed to be where I belong (& in a lot of ways, it really is – I just think the politics is naff) … makes me pretty sure there’s something wrong with me. Also makes me realise how much there is to do – which makes me feel pulled in like a million different directions, and think I’m probably totally inadequate for the task. Ugh … so self-pitying. Anyway – enough weirdness and introspection – I’ve got stuff to do, and as I wrote in this blog originally – “life is good”. It really is. Onward.


This post is ‘in the moment’ and it’s ‘of the moment’. It’s painting my feelings with words – making them real, making marks with them and taming them.

There’s no rhyme or reason to this current state of being. A day of love and sunshine shouldn’t end like this. There’s no trauma, no tragedy. Nothing tangible or named to rationalise and fight against.

It’s a battle, but who is the enemy?

The enemy is a shapeless, shadowy force that is making my stomach churn, and my fingers and toes into ice-cold. It’s making me stare ahead while the world goes past at high speed, tipping forwards, wanting to fall into the void. It’s making me flick my fingers in front of my face and clap my hands in front of my eyes like a seal, although I know people can see. It’s making me stutter and repeat my words like I’m…

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The Politics of Wellbeing

Reblogging this, as apparently it’s #nationalstressawarenessday or something – and from what I’ve seen so far, I think the tone of the day needs to be more political and less cake-orientated…


It’s hard to know where to start with this post. I’m so full of things to write – so much has happened today that has challenged me, angered me and made me question what I’m doing thinking that my autistic life could be in any way political – feeling in my heart that I’m right, refusing to believe that I’m intrinsically broken, refusing to let go of my passions but really wondering where I belong – and feeling very let down by some people and organisations that I really thought shared my dreams and vision.

Life sucks sometimes.

However, the one thing that is definitely not an option, that does not fit with my vision at all is giving up and walking away. So I’m going to try to articulate some of what I’m thinking here. It won’t be the full story – the full story is eating me up…

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I just love this … especially about the reasons for writing, but also on how attempts at honesty can be socially misinterpreted and mangled. Beautiful words!

Autism and Expectations

They say success is 10% inspiration and 90% perspiration; well I’ve got perspiration. I’ve got perspiration coming out of my ears!

Where was I?
Oh yes, my sweaty, sweaty ears. But what happens when that perspiration and inspiration mean you hit your limits before you’ve completed the requisite socialisation?

Sweatier ears for a start.

Inspiration, perspiration and frustration.

Writing should always have a purpose. I’ve been wondering what mine is.

Sometimes it’s a deep desire to reach out blindly in the hope that people will reach back and I will be enveloped in a community.

Sometimes it’s a need to feel understood and explain why what you see is not what I get.

Sometimes it’s a desperate urge to help. I want to change the world and make it a better place for those like me.

I live on a cycle of hyper focus and exhaustion. I live connected…

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An Autistic Letter to the Senedd

A heartbreak, beautiful letter about why Wales needs an Autism Act too. Well said, Rhi.

Autism and Expectations

I don’t have a loud-hailer or a soapbox. I don’t have the ability to build a public, social platform. I don’t have the structure to make you listen.

But I do have a voice.

I started off meek and mild and questing, the more I learned the more frustrated I got, but I still wake full of hope. I still believe. I still know things can be better.

This week the Welsh Assembly, a beautiful, swoopy glass building, voted against an Autism Act for Wales. 24 to 27. So close. So few minds to change to change my world, but change they did not.

Why oh why would we need such a thing? An act just for autism? An act of autism? An enactment of autisming?

Because of me.

Because of people like me. Because of my autistic community, my people and their families and carers. Because it matters.


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