๐ Session 12: When Advocacy Reinforces the Status Quo
๐ฟ Transformative Education for Neurodivergent Liberation
โThe masterโs tools will never dismantle the masterโs house.โ โ Audre Lorde
๐ If youโre just joining us, I recommend reading [Session 1 โ Why Iโm Leading This Workshop (My Positionality)] for shared agreements and to understand how this space is held.
Weโve spent the last few sessions tracing how autistic peopleโespecially those living at the intersectionsโare often unseen by systems, erased by structures, and excluded even from spaces built for us. Today, we turn the mirror inward.
This session is not about blame.
Itโs about reflection.
Itโs about the subtle (and not-so-subtle) ways advocacy effortsโeven those rooted in justiceโcan unconsciously uphold the very paradigms we are trying to transform.
Weโll look at:
How โawarenessโ campaigns often center palatable narratives
How professionalized advocacy can create new gatekeepers
How access to platforms often mirrors systems of privilege
And how we move toward advocacy that is truly liberatoryโnot performative
๐ผ๏ธ The Optics of Awareness
Autism โawarenessโ is everywhere now. Blue lights, puzzle pieces, branded campaigns, corporate statements.
But what are we really being asked to be aware of?
Often, itโs not our lived experiences. Not our grief or joy or contradictions. Not our critique of the systems that failed us.
Itโs a curated image of autism thatโs easy to digest:
The smiling white child who flaps.
The quirky genius trope.
The brave parent โadvocatingโ for their child by speaking over them.
This kind of awareness doesnโt disrupt systems. It comforts them.
It says: โWe see youโฆ as long as you behave.โ
It asks for representation, not redistribution.
It elevates visibility, not accountability.
It centers voices that reassure, not those that confront.
And for those of us who do confrontโwho speak to injustice, misdiagnosis, misrecognitionโweโre often told weโre being too angry. Too divisive. Too much.
But the problem isnโt the discomfort we create.
The problem is the comfort these campaigns maintain.
๐ฃ Platform Power Isnโt Neutral
In a decentralized world where anyone can post, influence can feel democratized. But letโs be clear: platform power is not neutralโand itโs never distributed equally.
Algorithms reward certainty, not nuance. They uplift charisma over complexity, repetition over reflection, and often, white voices over racialized ones. Those with large platforms donโt just share ideasโthey shape narratives. They frame the public imagination around what neurodivergence is, who counts, and what it means to be valid.
Thatโs not inherently wrong. But it is inherently powerful.
And with power comes responsibility.
It means naming the limits of your lens. It means citing the people whose lived experience youโre describing. It means acknowledging that a thought isnโt truth just because it goes viral.
When people with positional power speak with sweeping authorityโespecially about minds that move differently than theirsโthey can inadvertently cause harm. They can pathologize whatโs actually adaptive. They can erase nuance by collapsing it into diagnosis. They can misname, misframe, and misleadโeven when they mean well.
Hereโs an example.
A widely followed neurodivergent creator recently described autistic metacognition as a โform of dissociation.โ With confidence and charisma, they framed recursive thought as a detachment from presenceโsomething to be regulated or fixed. And for some, maybe that framing resonated.
But for many of usโespecially those living in recursive awareness as a lifeline, a sense-making strategy, a way of staying tethered to ourselves in a world that fragments usโit felt erasing. Pathologizing. Flattening.
Not because the person was malicious. But because they didnโt name the limits of their perspective.
That video went viral. Their certainty echoed. And suddenly, a layered, deeply embodied experience became reduced to a clinical soundbiteโdetached from the lives it impacts most.
In Session 11, we explored how systems erase lives that donโt fit their models. This is one of those systemsโan informal, cultural one, powered by platforms rather than policies. But the effect is similar: those closest to the margins are the most likely to be misrepresented or ignored.
Thatโs why responsible platforming means more than not doing harm. It means actively creating space for the voices most often left outโnonspeaking autistics, disabled Black and Brown organizers, queer and trans neurodivergent folks, those without academic or algorithmic legitimacy.
Because representation without redistribution is just optics.
And visibility without accountability is just influence in disguise.
We donโt need more voices speaking about us.
We need more people creating space with us.
And if you have a platform, the question isnโt โAm I helping?โ
Itโs: Who am I amplifying? Who am I forgetting? And what am I willing to make room forโbesides myself?
โ ๏ธ Advocacy That Centers Palatability Is Not Liberation
Not all advocacy is liberatory.
Some of it is assimilation with better branding.
When advocacy is shaped to soothe institutions, win funding, or maintain personal influenceโit often ends up reinforcing the very systems it claims to challenge. Especially when:
โAwarenessโ campaigns ignore the realities of ableism, racism, and class violence
Inclusion is measured by proximity to normativity (speaking, working, โfunctioningโ)
Advocacy platforms filter out rage, grief, and unpolished truths to stay โon messageโ
What weโre left with is a sanitized version of activismโone that centers access for the already adjacent to power, while leaving the rest behind.
This isnโt always intentional. Some of us start by telling the truth and then slowly, subtly, start shaping our stories to fit whatโs digestible. We get told โyouโre a great spokesperson,โ โyou say it in a way others can hear it,โ โyou should be the face of this.โ
But hereโs the thing: if I become more palatable than the community Iโm speaking for, Iโm no longer speaking for us. Iโm performing a curated fragment of us, designed for a neurotypical gaze.
And if our goal is justiceโnot just representationโwe canโt afford that.
True advocacy doesnโt center access to systems as they are.
It imagines something different. It agitates, disrupts, redistributes.
It doesnโt just demand a seat at the tableโit questions who built the table, and whether the table ever served us to begin with.
So if our advocacy:
Reinforces function-based hierarchies
Prioritizes politeness over truth
Silences dissent to maintain cohesion
Platforms only the โprofessionalizedโ voices
Avoids naming power to preserve brand safety
โฆthen we have to ask: Whose comfort is it protecting? And at what cost?
Because if your advocacy is only celebrated by the systemโitโs probably not challenging it.
๐ฅ Disruption Is a Form of Care
Weโve been taught to fear disruption.
To associate it with chaos, aggression, non-compliance.
To see it as the opposite of care.
But sometimes, care is disruption.
Itโs refusing to keep things comfortable when comfort relies on erasure.
Itโs asking the hard questions, naming the things we werenโt supposed to name, unsettling the narratives that were built to keep us quiet.
Disruption isnโt crueltyโitโs clarity.
Itโs drawing a boundary around truth and saying: this matters too.
When someone says, โYouโre being divisive,โ what they often mean is, โYouโre making it hard for me to ignore what Iโve been able to ignore.โ
When someone says, โYouโre making us look bad,โ what they mean is, โYouโre saying things that complicate our image.โ
But liberation was never meant to be simple.
It was never meant to be easy.
And it certainly wasnโt meant to be brand-safe.
Disruption means holding the line when inclusion becomes assimilation.
It means amplifying the voices that make people uncomfortableโbecause those voices often carry the clearest truth.
It means choosing accountability over applause.
Because care is not passive.
Itโs not always soft.
Sometimes, care is sharp. Direct. Non-negotiable.
Sometimes, itโs the refusal to let silence win.
So let this be a reminder:
If your voice shakes the room,
If your truth causes discomfort,
If your presence disrupts the performanceโ
That doesnโt mean youโre unkind.
It means youโre paying attention.
And in a world that rewards performance over presence, that is a radical act of care.
๐ฏ Centering & Decentering: What It Really Means
We talk a lot about centering marginalized voices. But what does that actually mean?
It doesnโt mean erasing yourself. It doesnโt mean silencing your story. It doesnโt mean pretending you donโt exist.
It means locating yourself in the web of power, privilege, and proximity.
It means asking:
Am I speaking from lived experience, or about someone elseโs?
Am I taking up space, or creating space?
Am I framing the narrative, or amplifying those whoโve been misframed?
To center yourself is a necessary act when your truth has been distorted, denied, or erased. Itโs how we reclaim voice, story, agency.
To decenter yourself is a necessary act when your presence, perspective, or privilege risks drowning out those who have not yet been heard. Itโs how we practice solidarityโnot saviorism.
You can hold both.
You can speak your truth and stay attuned to who hasnโt had the mic.
You can name your pain and ask who still isnโt safe to name theirs.
You can share your story and shift the spotlight.
This is not about shame. Itโs about stewardship.
Itโs about using our platforms, positions, and privileges to widen the circleโnot just stand taller in it.
Because centering isnโt a metaphor. Itโs a material shift. It changes:
Who gets resourced
Who gets published
Who gets cited
Who gets believed
Who gets protected
When we center marginalized voices, we donโt just include themโwe follow them. We trust that those closest to the margins often hold the clearest vision of what needs to change.
So if youโre wondering:
โShould I speak right now?โ
Ask yourself:
โWhose voice am I making more possible?โ
Center yourself when youโve been erased.
Decenter yourself when others havenโt yet been seen.
And keep returning to this danceโnot as a performance, but as a practice.
๐ฉฐ Learning the Dance (The Hard Way)
I didnโt always understand what it meant to center or decenter.
I learned by messing it up. By being called out. By being misunderstood.
By navigating that painful space between intention and impact.
Iโve been accused of centering myselfโironically, in moments where I was actively trying to center others. I didnโt name my positionality clearly enough, and people filled in the blanks. Assumed things about me. Projected. And thatโs part of the learning.
But hereโs the other side:
When I did name my positionalityโwhen I said Iโm autistic, Iโm trauma-informed, Iโm a system builder, Iโm someone who walks this path from inside the marginsโI still wasnโt believed.
And that hurt even more.
Because when people doubt your truth after youโve risked telling it, it reinforces the very exclusion youโre trying to undo.
I learned that being careful with your language doesn't guarantee youโll be understood. I learned that power dynamics arenโt always visible. I learned that being vulnerable while holding space for others takes an enormous amount of internal regulation. And I learned that some people wonโt like you no matter what you doโespecially if your presence disrupts the hierarchy theyโve built around who gets to be โcentered.โ
But I also learned this:
I can speak from my own wounds and still hold room for others.
I can name where Iโm located and still name where I long to go.
I can be a mirror without erasing my reflection.
This is what it means to move with integrity.
Not to be perfectโbut to be reflexive.
Not to be silentโbut to be responsible with sound.
Not to be above criticismโbut to keep growing through it.
So if youโve ever been told youโre โtoo much,โ โmaking it about you,โ โnot allowed to say thatโ because of how you seemโbut you know youโre showing up from truth, care, and lived experienceโI see you.
This dance is not easy.
Itโs not choreographed in advance.
But with each step, we learn to hold more. More contradiction. More community. More clarity.
โจ Embodied Reflection
As you reflect on this session, take one full breath inโand let it out with sound.
Let yourself land.
Notice what parts of your body softened as you read, and what parts may still feel tense or charged.
Now gently ask yourself:
Where am I speaking from lived experienceโand where might I be filling space that belongs to someone else?
When has centering myself been necessary for truth-tellingโand when has it risked overshadowing others?
What does it feel like, in my body, to share space with difference?
Thereโs no need to rush toward clarity. Just be with what arises.
Because collective liberation is not just an idea. Itโs a practiceโa rhythm we learn in our bodies, through relationship, over time.
Let this be one small step in that rhythm.
๐ This Session Is a Co-Creation
This session isnโt just mineโitโs ours.
Itโs not a monologue. Itโs a weaving. A gathering of threadsโsome mine, many yours. And itโs different for that reason.
Because if weโre going to talk about advocacy, we canโt just critique it from above. We have to listen from below. We have to center the stories that havenโt been spotlighted, the truths that havenโt been shaped into platforms or polished for consumption.
I asked some of you to help me build this. To name what advocacy has felt likeโfor better and worse. What youโve carried. What youโve lost. What you still long for.
This is where I walk the walk.
And now, Iโm asking again:
๐งญ What does advocacy mean to youโwhen no oneโs watching?
Have you ever been tokenized, silenced, or erased in the name of visibility?
Have you ever felt like advocacy asked you to abandon yourself in order to be heard?
Have you experienced harm in spaces that claimed to be inclusive?
Have you found moments of real connection, real change, that reminded you advocacy can be a returnโnot just a performance?
๐ An Invitation to Speak in Your Own Language
This is your invitation to shareโon your terms, in your time.
Thereโs no right way to respond. Thereโs only what feels true.
You can write a few words or many. Send a voice note. Share a drawing, a photo, a poem, a song. You can speak through movement, memory, or silence. You can hold it in your heart and still be part of this weaving.
Whether you share in the comments or privately in my DMsโฆ whether itโs polished or raw, joyful or aching, whole or still unfoldingโฆ
If itโs true for you, it belongs here.
This space doesnโt ask for performance. It asks for presence.
Come as you are. Speak in the language your truth arrives in. Weโll meet you there.
This session is a living archive. A co-created reflection. A space where our stories build the shape of something deeper than critiqueโsomething like truth.
And in case no one has told you lately:
Your story matters.
Even if itโs messy.
Especially if itโs messy.
Even if youโre not ready to share it yet.
Especially then.
You donโt need a platform to be powerful.
You donโt need perfect words to be worthy.
You donโt need to advocate like anyone else in order to matter.
You just need to be real.
And you are.
๐ฌ This space is open. The circle is wide.
Letโs weave something trueโtogether.
๐ซ New Sessions Every Monday & Wednesday
This 12-week journey unfolds twice a weekโevery Monday and Wednesdayโwith each session building on the last.
You can view the full session lineup here, and hereโs whatโs coming next:
โจ Session 13 โ Visibility โ Liberation
Weโll look beyond representation to explore how visibility can become a trapโespecially when itโs not accompanied by safety, nuance, or structural change. Who benefits from being seen, and who gets exposed? What happens when our stories are consumed but not protected?
๐ฌ Share your reflections, insights, or creative responses in the commentsโor privately. This space grows stronger with our truths, not just mine.
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Thank you for being here. Thank you for showing up real.
๐ฟ
Shamani of The Compassion Collective
I can feel my presence in this piece though I donโt recall directly submitting contribution. (Observation, nothing more or lessโฆ maybe thatโs not entirely trueโฆ but the pattern hasnโt revealed itself, and I feel a direct reread right now will hurt my systems more than Iโd care to after getting them corrected some.)
But to address your questions, since Iโm tired of trying to find where I fit in community:
What does advocacy mean to you?
I honestly donโt know, to me, advocacy carries the weight of a โwatcher,โ as the major implication of the word โadvocateโ is there is a subject to be in support of and a listener who is to hear arguments in favor of said subject. (The pattern, precise terms and actions may differ based on subject.)
Have you ever been tokenized, silenced, or erased in the name of visibility?
Yes. I donโt need to repeat things youโve witnessed directly.
I also used to be the classic โlittle professorโ archetype in school. Back in the days when my last name only meant I was a โGringo,โ but not actually Hispanic*โฆ back in the days before I knew itโฆ
The one thing I loved doing that kinda brought me and the step closer as I aged was that I enjoyed working with my hands, building shit. So I took wood shop one year.
Living in a minority majority city, this meant the class was filled with - who I thought were - my racial peers. Now, coming off the summer, I get decent melanin from the sun in combo with my Italian genes, so thinking I was a quarter Mexican wasnโt that fvcking far fetched okay. Eventually, the kids got to picking on me, โwhite boyโ and โgringoโ being fan favorites (for non-Sher viewers reading this story, Iโm trans, ergo: boy).
After an incident where one of my projects was crushed by fellow students under the watch of a sub one day and the teacher wouldnโt do shit to help, I stopped going to that class, literally opting to hide out in the BMC room (operational defiance disorder, is what I was tagged for I think) instead. (Oh lookโฆ a meltdown that clearly indicated I was autistic that everyone missed because the hyperlexic bยกtch looked like an angry little white boy. Flattening being indeed.)
Have you ever felt like advocacy asked you to abandon yourself in order to be heard?
Constantly. Iโm trans, the world wants me to be palatable in specific ways just to be seen; to be heard, those specific ways have to be the /right ways/, so thereโs no guarantee itโll land with every receptive person. On top of that, autistic (and likely GLP) communication difficulties make misunderstandings common, and I suffer severely from RSD, so trying to get through the knee jerks of some people is wildly difficult, especially when youโre trying to help others.
Have you experienced harm in spaces that claimed to be inclusive?
Iโll respectfully leave this one alone in the open air, weโve discussed and co-experienced, I have a feeling I will โfeel my presenceโ in this part of the discussion regardless.
Have you found moments of real connection, real change, that reminded you advocacy can be a returnโnot just a performance?
Sincerely, Sher, you. You are the reminder that advocacy can be more than just performance. The problem for me is, theyโre not ready for a me thatโs not performing in some way, no matter how much healing I could help bring.