I must not fear.
Every time I have these conversations, the ones that devolve into hate, I remember: I am moved by love.
Fear is the mind-killer.
They are afraid and fear is turning to anger and anger is turning to hate, but I can be fierce with love for their kids, for Autistics present, past, future.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
Standing strong in the face of the wall of dehumanizing hatred is an act of love. My love for my community is my shield and my strength, and it is tempered by ice and by fire.
I will face my fear.
I will stand with love. I am standing for love.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
This is for their children. This is for those who I will know in the future. Who I love without having met yet. For those I know now, and love with such ferocity there are not words for it.
The anger and hate hurts, but it will not break me.
And when it has gone past me I will turn to see its path.
Change is coming. Change has started and more will come, like a wave or a landslide or even a waterfall.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing...
Our efforts, our love, is not in vain. The children and adults we are fighting for will feel the ripples from our work, even if we never meet them.
Only I will remain.
At the end of the day, love will prevail.
Fierce, ferocious, fiery, protective, strong, squishy, gentle, love.
(With thanks to Frank Herbert for the Litany Against Fear used here.)
This post can also be found on the Radical Neurodivergence blog here.