The more I know about ABA, the more I want to prevent anyone from undergoing it.
Trigger Warning: ABA, ableism, institutionalized child abuse
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When I first became an ABA Therapist, I was thrilled. I was actually going to use my psych degree, get paid more than minimum wage, and above all, make a positive difference in Autistic children’s lives. Or at least, that’s what I thought.
Now I look back, and the year I spent working in ABA is my single greatest regret.
When I left, it wasn’t a decision I made overnight. It was a long, difficult process, full of denial and confusion. I don’t enjoy talking about it because I did so many wrong things that…
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