When I was 16 years old, hands flapping rapidly against the arms of the therapy room chair, a psychologist informed me I had Asperger’s Syndrome. I had never even considered it before, I barely knew a thing about autism spectrum disorders, but once I started learning, everything quickly fell into place. But it left me wondering: why was I diagnosed so late? How did no one notice, in all the years I’d been at school, that I was autistic?
In a nation as obsessed with saving money and pinching pennies as the United States, it is not surprising to see a growing turn toward privatisation. This country is privatising its prisons, turning an already extensive prison-industrial complex into a for-profit empire for firms like the Corrections Corporation of America, it’s created an entirely separate incarceration industry for ‘processing’ undocumented immigrants in detention facilities, it’s privatised schools and police forces, and even fire departments.
In that context, it’s hardly startling to see that the nation clings to notions that privatised health care is the best option (despite appalling health outcomes when compared to other Western countries), and it was perhaps inevitable that states would start to lick their chops at the thought of privatising disability services, as well.