A Raising Autism blog Whenever I hear RFK Jr. speak about autism, fear builds inside me. He talks about ridding the world of children with ASD. He speaks about them as unproductive members of society, harming the general social good. He continues to blame vaccines when the ASD and vaccine connection has been long debunked-Continue reading “We need neurodivergence”
Author Archives: Cheryl Wipper
Oops! I did it again.
A Raising Autism blog I’ve written about girls on the spectrum many times. Both of my girls are ASD, and each have unique challenges. My younger daughter struggles with angry outbursts and self esteem. My older daughter represses emotions until she implodes-or explodes- both words work. Either way, the fallout envelops me like a roilingContinue reading “Oops! I did it again.”
The Groom
A Surviving Facts Blog With all of the Epstein and Trump news lately, SA has been on my mind. As a survivor myself- a story for another blog- this is a topic I sadly know about. What has fascinated me is our society’s and media’s attempts to sublimate it by using words to weaken theContinue reading “The Groom”
Claiming Space
Into the Wilderness: Story 51 My husband and I have worked hard to forge a relationship based on equality, respect and compassion. My husband is almost 70, so when I say we worked hard, I am referring to working through the embedded unconscious bias men his age have. To be clear, he has always beenContinue reading “Claiming Space”
Butterfly
Into the wilderness: Story 50 Imagine the life of a butterfly. First, the egg clinging to the underside of a leaf, miniscule yet tough. Its chorionic shell hides a waxy center with enough joules to form life. Inside, a yolk both produces its new self and serves itself as food for the larva to consumeContinue reading “Butterfly”
Heavy Memories
Into the Wilderness: Story 49 When you’re obese, you will always have a fat mind. Notice I said “mind.” Even if or after you lose weight, your mind cannot release the heavy tread of damage obesity causes. It’s two fold: society’s continual denigration of fat and one’s layers of fat shame deeply embedded in theContinue reading “Heavy Memories”
Average Joes, Strings Part 3
Into the Wilderness: Story 48 And then there was Joe. I didn’t want to pull this string. I let it dangle until I singed the threads, a definite end. He was smart, kind, gentlemanly, open minded, polite. I don’t remember how I met him, only that he was more enthusiastic about dating me than IContinue reading “Average Joes, Strings Part 3”
The violence inside
Into the Wilderness: Story 47 When you grow up in a family with rage, the violence festers inside you. It fuses with your genes, a biological link now passable to future generations. I know this because I am the angry daughter of a furious man. I have borne a child who simmers and seethes; angerContinue reading “The violence inside”
Mamma’s daughter
Into the Wilderness: Story 46 June marks two sad milestones for my sister and me. On June 15, 33 years ago, our dear mother passed away. June 29 would have been her 88th birthday. In some years, these dates slip by, the loss a pattern of early summer, as familiar as the still-blossoming trees, theContinue reading “Mamma’s daughter”
Strings, Part 2
Into the wilderness: Story 45 Here’s another string I didn’t pull. It’s a handsome young man, military, muscled, groomed. He sat next to me in Middle English Language and Literature. He broadcasted unfiltered masculinity; he also was an English major. We became friends, often sitting on the grass of the University’s central grounds in frontContinue reading “Strings, Part 2”
Walk the Moon 