"He's Autistic. Is It Okay if They Play Together?"
I can understand why it might ultimately be better to be up front with your child's autism during play dates in order to head off a possible scene later. I get it, but it breaks my damned heart. So let me say this...
Parents? Your kid doesn't need my permission to be autistic. They don't need my permission to be blind, to be in a wheelchair, to not speak the same language as my daughter, to be transgender, or a dwarf, or any other aspect of their life in general. They not only don't need my permission, they don't need anyone's permission. Not even yours. Not a single one of us dealt this hand; we just play the cards as best we can.
Know what I was writing about last week? A couple of parents that only got around four years with their son before he died of a rare cancer, and the video game they made to honor him. And yet, in an era when that is totally a thing, some parents apparently have lives so shiny they can get upset over other children drinking Yoo-hoo. And it's apparently an era where people can actually have the gall to look at a little kid with autism and feel that the best way to deal with that is to have their own child shun them like an unclean caste.
This world needs a lot of things. It needs fewer guns and more access to medicine and it needs a damned Doctor Who LEGO video game post haste. Most of all it needs us to consider other people before we open our big stupid mouths. No parent should have to apologize or ask permission for their autistic child to participate in the big old ball pit of life.
But some parents need to apologize for being assholes. Unlike autism, that actually can be contagious.