Neurodiversity itself was not a concept I discovered until after my mother had passed on, however it was something I understood from the medium of disability studies nonetheless, in that I first read Judy Singer’s [3] article in its context as a contribution to a compilation of emerging critiques of existing disability models.
As an early adopter as it were, using computers since the mid-1980s, I finally took the plunge into the Internet in 1996 where I started my exploration into the world of ‘neurodivergent’ identity. I found others like myself on various web sites, mailing lists, and newsgroups. I expect without them I would have remained isolated and unaware but by 1997 I had a website of my own (http://www.larry-arnold.net/), and my first domain not long after.
My first practical steps in the world of neurodiversity outside of the Internet came when I started to organize a local meet up for dyspraxic people under the auspices of the late Mary Colley and the adult group of the Dyspraxia Foundation which I had been encouraged to join.
It was a world of autistics and cousins, a terminology I discovered on joining Jim Sinclair’s ANI-L (the mailing list for supporters of Autistic Network International, the organization that Jim had founded with Donna Williams and Kathy Xenia Grant). There were many of us who had multiple labels of dyspraxia, Tourette’s syndrome, dyslexia, epilepsy, Asperger’s syndrome and autism so “Neurodiversity” seemed to be a convenient banner to unite under, and I founded the Coventry and Warwickshire Neurodiversity Group, what may well be one of the first organizations to rally under the name of neurodiversity. We were a breakaway from a group of students run along the lines of a support group but by a psychologist with a failure to understand the need for personal “autonomy.”
I was finding for myself a new role where I could continue the advocacy I had begun with my mother, in support of a community I increasingly felt a sense of being at home among. I took it up with a passion and zeal and Jim Sinclair’s writings had a profound effect. They were, as I described them recently, foundational documents, our Declaration of Independence as it were. I did not want to see them lost to posterity because of the ephemeral nature of the World Wide Web.
In 2003 Mary Colley formed a national group under the Neurodiversity heading called the Developmental Adult Neuro-Diversity Association or DANDA for short [4]. This was another important first for neurodivergent-led and—controlled organizations. Although I had differences with Mary over the redefinition of Neurodiversity as purely “developmental” I was one of several people involved with DANDA who went on later to challenge the National Autistic Society (NAS) from the perspective of the well-used disability rights
motto “nothing about us without us.”
My claim to fame was in breaking the glass ceiling of that society in becoming the first diagnosed autistic person to serve on the board in 2003. Not I humbly add, the first autistic person to serve on the board of an autism charity—both Thomas McKean and Stephen Shore served on boards in the USA—but the first to make a major impact on the direction of the largest autism charity in the UK. For all that autistic people still have their concerns about the NAS, I believe it is vastly different from what it might have been had I not made my presence felt.
It was around the time that I had become involved in the NAS that I started to go to conferences. I will call them “conferences about autism” rather than “autistic conferences” because the autistic input if it was there at all, was minimal and confined to what Jim Sinclair has called the “self-narrating zoo exhibit” phenomenon, where the only role open is tokenistic, and the only justification in the organizer’s eyes is to talk to the non-autistic audience about how awful it is to be autistic.
I also began to hear the so-called experts on autism speak, and to ask myself “Are they talking about us?” because it did not sound like they were describing the people I had come to know increasingly as autistic in our world. I would suppose a key moment was when I heard somebody ask autism laureate Uta Frith, if she knew whether the sensory sensitivities observed among autistic children persisted through adulthood. She answered that she did not know, “Perhaps they grow out of them” she said. At which point, I, a strapping autistic “youth” of some 46 summers could contain myself no longer. “Not for me they didn’t” I called out, not the last interjection of mine to that conference either.
At this point I need to take a couple of steps back to look at those other parts of the roadway that were leading me toward the establishment of Autonomy
.