Dear Suzanne,

It seems we’re here again.

I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be having a different version of the same old tired conversation. But I don’t know what else to do. I don’t know how else to counter the harm that you continue to do in the name of some terribly perverted version of “advocacy” in my daughter’s name. Your intentions may be pure, but the road to Hell is paved with those. It’s time to take responsibility for the collateral damage that you wreak every time you take to your bully pulpit.

Have you met Sparrow, Suzanne? She’s an autistic advocate. One of the people whom you so easily dismiss, whose voices you have so stubbornly refused to include in the conversation about themselves. She was kind enough to donate her time and what I have no doubt was an immense amount of…