<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[Ballastexistenz]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[https://ballastexistenz.wordpress.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[Mel Baggs]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://ballastexistenz.wordpress.com/author/ameliabaggs/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[When Orange Speaks Louder Than&nbsp;Words]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[Orange is the color of Autism Acceptance Month.  Because it's the opposite of blue, and blue is the color that everyone is told to wear for Autism Awareness Month.  Which kind of sucks because my favorite colors, and nearly all of my clothes, are brown and blue.  And I used to really hate orange.  Sometimes I hate the term Autism Acceptance, too -- I like the idea behind it, but I don't like the way the term has become a meaningless buzzword in some people's mouths.  Whether it's parent groups who throw the word 'autism acceptance' around to sound current but don't actually accept the slightest thing about their autistic children, or whether it's autistic people who've fallen in love with the words and forgotten the meaning.  Either way, I like it as a concept but not as a buzzword.

Anyway, I hated orange.

Then my father died...]]></html><thumbnail_url><![CDATA[https://ballastexistenz.files.wordpress.com/2016/04/an_orange_crochet_project.jpg?w=901&fit=440%2C330]]></thumbnail_url><thumbnail_width><![CDATA[248]]></thumbnail_width><thumbnail_height><![CDATA[330]]></thumbnail_height></oembed>