Disability and Your Interests

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Millie's post about misogyny in sports had me thinking: wow, it's one of the biggest insults you could give a person, when you tell them what to like.
I'm not really a sportsperson, I'm miles far from athletic, and sports of any kind isn't something I know much about, so I'm not qualified to say much regarding how women are treated within that sphere, but her post was spot on. I know this because I've seen it. We've all seen it, haven't we? It's everywhere.
This brings me to interests as a whole. I'm autistic, and my whole life I've never really been open about my interests out of fear of being judged, both at home and at school. They didn't know I was disabled until recently, I was afraid to express myself. And trust me, it's the worst. 
Several people with all kinds of disabilities, often have many doors closed for them because of not being abled. I mean, I wanted to become a singer in fourth grade, but having a flat tone of voice is apparently a symptom of Asperger's. It wouldn't be impossible for me to do boxing, but professionally? Chances are very thin due to my poor coordination.
People movie profoundly disabled cannot do things they wish they could. A person with cerebral palsy, chances are, is never going to the Olympics. Interests are the one thing where we get to assert any agency for ourselves. We should be able to like anything. But it's everywhere, no matter how stereotypical or esoteric our interests, the flame's constantly put out by insensitive sentiments of others. In my case, I put out the flames because it was too bright and I didn't want to blind anyone.
It should be a basic human right for anyone, to be interested in whatever. It is, for many, the only thing we have, and to insult that is an insult to injury.
I wish people could understand that having any kind of interests or passions that aren't harmful, are for many, the only things they have. An SBSK video made me realise that; an autistic woman in her twenties spoke about how she was told often that her interests were not appropriate, how she was apparently not the right age, despite being a grown woman who could do whatever she trusts herself to. 
My question is, who said that? 🔪 
This post might also just be an attempt at getting a a family member to leave me alone as watch The Dragon Prince. I could tell you that effort put into that objective has been in vain (they don't even know this Blog exists) but I hope that people know that, when you take away disabled people's interests, either by forceful restriction, or by merely making snide remarks, you might be taking away the only thing they have.
no im not to old for dragon prins shu- shutup!!
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