Rhetoric of the everyday?
Taken while attending a conference, March 2008 in a University of New Hampshire bathroom: I hope I’ve done you justice, random bathroom-stall note. Target audience, expand!
Taken while attending a conference, March 2008 in a University of New Hampshire bathroom: I hope I’ve done you justice, random bathroom-stall note. Target audience, expand!

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I've had this blog for a number of years. And I've never liked the term aspie. (It sounds like ass pee.) I also detest the dichotomy the term creates -- separating autistic people.
Nonetheless, I initially placed aspie in the title of this blog, in part, to examine the word itself, to examine autism politics, to reform a pathological identity into a cultural one. I've never enjoyed calling myself an aspie -- but a bunch of doctor-types have. Their paternalism angered me, and I created this blog shortly after I'd been officially diagnosed. I've changed a lot in that time, especially in how I perceive myself and my autistic identity.
All of this to say: There's a certain vexed, personal history that comes with this term and my (snarky) usage of it. The title of my blog, though, bothers me -- a lot. I suspect I'll change it to autistic rhetorics, or something similar, in the future. I welcome name-change suggestions!