Hey, RFK, Jr.: Go fuck yourself.

I’m the proud parent of two kids on the Autism spectrum.

I love my kids. I love them as they are. I love the way they think. I love being a part of their lives.

And Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. can go fuck himself. Stay the fuck away from my kids, and stop thinking they’re a fucking problem you brain-worm infested moron needs to fix.

It doesn’t matter if they never pay taxes. It doesn’t matter if they’ll never hold a job, or play baseball, or write a poem, or go out on a date.

They’ve already done many of those, but that doesn’t justify their existence or prove their worth.

They are beautiful, wonderful, amazing people - just the wonderful way they are.

I heard someone say once that a lot of the vaccine-doubting, Autism fear-mongering folks would rather see a kid dead from preventable disease than autistic.

Fuck that all the way to the ground. Even if vaccines did cause Autism (they fucking don’t), it’d still be more than worth that perceived cost.

I’ve been with my kids since their birth, and I remember when they were each diagnosed.

I remember the fear and worry that filled my wife and I back then, wondering what their lives would be like, and worried if we as parents were up for what was ahead of us.

We didn’t know then the laughter, joy and all the steps of the incredible journey we had ahead of us.

We’ve had it easier than many parents, with two highly-capable spectrum kids, but it’s not like there weren’t challenges along the way.

Or even challenges today and ahead of us.

But they’re the same challenges I imagine face most parents.

Will they fit in?

Will they find their people?

Where will the future take them?

Their futures are as wide open as any human.

Because, they are human. They’re not broken. They’re not a fucking project.

And I’m tired of letting the stupidest fucking people spout the stupidest fucking shit to degrade their existence and limit their possibilities.

So, fuck you RFK, Jr. Go back to eating roadkill you eugenic Nazi ass.