When friends said they had an uncle’s brother’s cousin’s neighbor’s son who had autism and we could talk to them, we did. Eight years ago it seemed a little harder to find someone on the spectrum. Now it seems like everyone knows at least one person with autism.
In the months following Evan’s diagnosis we read a lot of books (and yes, we did end up looking online, too). We asked a lot of questions, and we got a lot of great information and advice. But, as we look back at some of the things we were told or read, we shake our heads in disbelief about the stereotypes and misinformation that came from trusted sources so many years ago. Here are some of my favorite fallacies.