There is no such thing as SEND
I’ve been speaking and writing around this for years, but this is the first time I’ve sat with it properly and followed it all the way through. SEND as a construct.SEND
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Reclaiming Autistic Food Identity: Feeding Shame and Swallowing Stigma
We rarely ask why we eat the way we do. We’re taught that food is about nutrition, about health, about fuel. That it’s about discipline and balance, variety, and moderation. That
School Refusal or School-Induced Trauma? Rethinking EBSA, EBSNA, and the harm we call help
In this article Kieran Rose discusses why we need to be critical of the concepts of EBSA and School Refusal; especially in relation to our autistic children. The terms 'School Refusal',
What world are we preparing them for?
Jodie Clarke is a children's well-being practioner in Wiltshire, England, who works with Autistic children and families of Autistic children. Often that support sadly comes at a time when Autistic
An Autistic Diagnosis
An overview of receiving an adult autism diagnosis. Written by Kieran Rose, The Autistic Advocate, who was late diagnosed at 23. “To be blunt, ultimately, most people don’t give a shit
An Autistic Education
In this article Kieran Rose explores his own childhood experience of education. He considers how autism is understood in schools and reflects on the experience of his own children. “School is
How to Hide Your Autism
In this this highly emotive article Kieran Rose explains what Autistic Masking is; leaning on his personal experiences. Trigger Warning - this article discusses suicide attempts. If you are the parent of
The great Autism diagnosis cover up: How CAMHS and Education are conspiring to fail Autistic children and their families
In this article Kieran Rose explores the problems surrounding the CAMHS Autism Assessment Pathway in the UK. "Health and Education Professionals in the UK are, on the whole, dangerously illiterate about
Talking Without Words: Communication, Culture, Autism and How I Needed Someone to Tell Me that it Was Okay to Be Me
When I was young, I used to drag a chair from my bedroom all the way across the landing, and stand on it, looking out of the window onto the