{"id":822,"date":"2025-04-21T07:25:43","date_gmt":"2025-04-21T07:25:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/autismstories.eu\/?post_type=jetpack-portfolio&#038;p=822"},"modified":"2025-04-21T07:25:44","modified_gmt":"2025-04-21T07:25:44","slug":"julien","status":"publish","type":"jetpack-portfolio","link":"https:\/\/autismstories.eu\/fr\/portfolio\/julien\/","title":{"rendered":"Julien"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow aligncenter\" data-effect=\"slide\"><div class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_container swiper-container\"><ul class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_swiper-wrapper swiper-wrapper\"><li class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_slide swiper-slide\"><figure><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"764\" height=\"510\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_image wp-image-1000\" data-id=\"1000\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC00612-3.jpg?resize=764%2C510&#038;ssl=1\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC00612-3.jpg?resize=1024%2C683&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC00612-3.jpg?resize=300%2C200&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC00612-3.jpg?resize=768%2C512&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC00612-3.jpg?resize=1536%2C1025&amp;ssl=1 1536w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC00612-3.jpg?resize=18%2C12&amp;ssl=1 18w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC00612-3.jpg?w=2048&amp;ssl=1 2048w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 764px) 100vw, 764px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_caption gallery-caption\">Julien at the end of a weekend visit to his grandma<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/li><li class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_slide swiper-slide\"><figure><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"764\" height=\"510\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_image wp-image-997\" data-id=\"997\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC02680.jpg?resize=764%2C510&#038;ssl=1\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC02680.jpg?resize=1024%2C683&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC02680.jpg?resize=300%2C200&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC02680.jpg?resize=768%2C512&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC02680.jpg?resize=1536%2C1025&amp;ssl=1 1536w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC02680.jpg?resize=18%2C12&amp;ssl=1 18w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC02680.jpg?w=2048&amp;ssl=1 2048w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 764px) 100vw, 764px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_caption gallery-caption\">Julien reviews some older photos he took with his girlfriend<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/li><li class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_slide swiper-slide\"><figure><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"764\" height=\"510\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_image wp-image-998\" data-id=\"998\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC03334-2.jpg?resize=764%2C510&#038;ssl=1\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC03334-2.jpg?resize=1024%2C683&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC03334-2.jpg?resize=300%2C200&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC03334-2.jpg?resize=768%2C512&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC03334-2.jpg?resize=1536%2C1025&amp;ssl=1 1536w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC03334-2.jpg?resize=18%2C12&amp;ssl=1 18w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC03334-2.jpg?w=2048&amp;ssl=1 2048w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 764px) 100vw, 764px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_caption gallery-caption\">Julien and his girlfriend during a walk in the park<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/li><li class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_slide swiper-slide\"><figure><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"764\" height=\"510\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_image wp-image-1002\" data-id=\"1002\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC04670-3.jpg?resize=764%2C510&#038;ssl=1\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC04670-3.jpg?resize=1024%2C683&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC04670-3.jpg?resize=300%2C200&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC04670-3.jpg?resize=768%2C512&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC04670-3.jpg?resize=1536%2C1025&amp;ssl=1 1536w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC04670-3.jpg?resize=18%2C12&amp;ssl=1 18w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC04670-3.jpg?w=2048&amp;ssl=1 2048w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 764px) 100vw, 764px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_caption gallery-caption\">Under the blooming magnolia tree<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/li><li class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_slide swiper-slide\"><figure><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"764\" height=\"510\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_image wp-image-1003\" data-id=\"1003\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC04708.jpg?resize=764%2C510&#038;ssl=1\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC04708.jpg?resize=1024%2C683&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC04708.jpg?resize=300%2C200&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC04708.jpg?resize=768%2C512&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC04708.jpg?resize=1536%2C1025&amp;ssl=1 1536w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC04708.jpg?resize=18%2C12&amp;ssl=1 18w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC04708.jpg?w=2048&amp;ssl=1 2048w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 764px) 100vw, 764px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_caption gallery-caption\">Julien and his girlfriend joking and teasing one another<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/li><li class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_slide swiper-slide\"><figure><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"764\" height=\"510\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_image wp-image-999\" data-id=\"999\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC09190.jpg?resize=764%2C510&#038;ssl=1\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC09190.jpg?resize=1024%2C683&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC09190.jpg?resize=300%2C200&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC09190.jpg?resize=768%2C512&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC09190.jpg?resize=1536%2C1025&amp;ssl=1 1536w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC09190.jpg?resize=18%2C12&amp;ssl=1 18w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC09190.jpg?w=2048&amp;ssl=1 2048w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 764px) 100vw, 764px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_caption gallery-caption\">Reviewing his beloved Panini football stickers<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/li><li class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_slide swiper-slide\"><figure><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"764\" height=\"510\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_image wp-image-1001\" data-id=\"1001\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC09270.jpg?resize=764%2C510&#038;ssl=1\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC09270.jpg?resize=1024%2C683&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC09270.jpg?resize=300%2C200&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC09270.jpg?resize=768%2C512&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC09270.jpg?resize=1536%2C1025&amp;ssl=1 1536w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC09270.jpg?resize=18%2C12&amp;ssl=1 18w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC09270.jpg?w=2048&amp;ssl=1 2048w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 764px) 100vw, 764px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_caption gallery-caption\">A moment of tenderness with his mom&#8217;s cat<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/li><li class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_slide swiper-slide\"><figure><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"764\" height=\"510\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_image wp-image-1006\" data-id=\"1006\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC09241.jpg?resize=764%2C510&#038;ssl=1\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC09241.jpg?resize=1024%2C683&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC09241.jpg?resize=300%2C200&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC09241.jpg?resize=768%2C512&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC09241.jpg?resize=1536%2C1025&amp;ssl=1 1536w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC09241.jpg?resize=18%2C12&amp;ssl=1 18w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/autismstories.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/DSC09241.jpg?w=2048&amp;ssl=1 2048w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 764px) 100vw, 764px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_caption gallery-caption\">Julien about to start pixel drawing<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/li><\/ul><a class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_button-prev swiper-button-prev swiper-button-white\" role=\"button\"><\/a><a class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_button-next swiper-button-next swiper-button-white\" role=\"button\"><\/a><a aria-label=\"Suspendre le diaporama\" class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_button-pause\" role=\"button\"><\/a><div class=\"wp-block-jetpack-slideshow_pagination swiper-pagination swiper-pagination-white\"><\/div><\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A ses 25 ans, Julien ouvre d\u00e9licatement un paquet d'autocollants Panini, un rituel d'enfance qui le transporte instantan\u00e9ment dans le pass\u00e9. Il a 25 ans et conserve ces petits carr\u00e9s d'histoire du football, non seulement pour la collection, mais aussi pour le sentiment qu'ils procurent \u2013 peut-\u00eatre un lien avec sa jeunesse. Assis avec lui dans le salon de l'appartement de sa m\u00e8re, je ressens ce m\u00e9lange de nostalgie et d'\u00e9lan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Il parle ouvertement de sa vie, des blessures du pass\u00e9, des choses qui le passionnent aujourd'hui et de l'avenir qu'il essaie de construire, morceau par morceau, comme s'il remplissait les pages de son album. \u00ab Rien que de faire \u00e7a \u00bb, dit-il, un sourire sinc\u00e8re illuminant son visage, \u00ab je me revois petit enfant\u2026 C'est mon grand-p\u00e8re qui m'a initi\u00e9 au football. \u00bb C'est un geste simple, mais qui le relie profond\u00e9ment \u00e0 qui il \u00e9tait et \u00e0 qui il est en train de devenir.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Diagnostiqu\u00e9 autiste il y a une dizaine d'ann\u00e9es, suite \u00e0 un diagnostic ant\u00e9rieur de dyspraxie, Julien admet avoir pass\u00e9 pr\u00e8s de trois ans dans le d\u00e9ni. \u00ab J'avais aussi des clich\u00e9s en t\u00eate \u00bb, confesse-t-il. \u00ab Je me suis dit : \"Non, je ne suis pas comme&nbsp;<em>ces<\/em>&nbsp;gens-l\u00e0.\" \u00bb Il a fallu traverser un moment difficile, une d\u00e9pression, et trouver un accompagnement sp\u00e9cialis\u00e9 comme l'\u00e9cole Les Quatre Vents, pour qu'il commence \u00e0 accepter et \u00e0 comprendre son identit\u00e9 autistique. \u00ab On se rend compte \u00bb, se souvient-il, \u00ab qu'une personne autiste n'est pas seulement quelqu'un qui se balance sur une chaise ou qui n'a pas d'amis. Ce n'est pas \u00e7a. \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Julien sait par exp\u00e9rience ce que signifie \u00eatre trait\u00e9 diff\u00e9remment, car les gens ont tendance \u00e0 ne pas voir la personne mais leurs propres pr\u00e9jug\u00e9s et st\u00e9r\u00e9otypes sur le handicap.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\"Je souhaite que les personne neurotipyques arr\u00eatent de nous sous estimer, nous, les personnes \"diff\u00e9rentes\". Certes, nous sommes diff\u00e9rents, nous pensons et fonctionnons diff\u00e9remment des autres mais nous ne nous sommes pas stupides, d\u00e9biles ou incapables. Nous sommes capables de faire de tr\u00e8s grandes choses et il y a beaucoup de choses que nous faisons mieux que les personnes neurotipyques.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ce n'est pas parce qu'une personne se balance sur sa chaise qu'elle est forc\u00e9ment autiste. Et puis m\u00eame, un autiste ne se balance pas forc\u00e9ment sur sa chaise. Une personne TSA est une personne comme tout le monde avec un c\u0153ur, un cerveau, des ressentis, des \u00e9motions, elle fonctionne et a une mani\u00e8re de penser diff\u00e9rente des autres mais avant d'\u00eatre autiste, nous sommes des \u00eatres humains avant tout.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u00c9norm\u00e9ment de gens neurotipyques sont persuad\u00e9s qu'une personne autiste est une personne toujours seule qui n'a pas d'ami, qui ne parle pas et qui est tout le temps dans son coin car ils ne sont pas renseign\u00e9s, et je trouve \u00e7a vraiment triste.\"<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">L'\u00e9cole reste grav\u00e9e dans sa m\u00e9moire comme un lieu de profondes difficult\u00e9s. \u00ab Les pires ann\u00e9es de ma vie \u00bb, dit-il sans d\u00e9tour. Ce n'\u00e9tait pas seulement les \u00e9l\u00e8ves ; l'isolement et le harc\u00e8lement s'\u00e9tendaient aux enseignants. \u00ab Si vous n'\u00e9tiez pas comme eux, si vous n'\u00e9tiez pas un mouton qui suit le troupeau\u2026 ils vous \u00e9crasaient, vous marchaient dessus, vous g\u00e2chaient la vie. \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Il raconte avoir \u00e9t\u00e9 ouvertement insult\u00e9 par les enseignants en classe, le silence des autres per\u00e7u comme une complicit\u00e9. Cette exp\u00e9rience lui a fait prendre conscience des diff\u00e9rences par rapport \u00e0 la norme sociale, ainsi que de la r\u00e9sistance ou du refus de la soci\u00e9t\u00e9 \u00e0 s'adapter aux diff\u00e9rences. \u00ab C'est comme si les gens avaient peur du handicap \u00bb, songe-t-il, \u00ab comme s'ils voyaient un extraterrestre\u2026 mais en r\u00e9alit\u00e9, nous sommes comme eux, avec juste une fa\u00e7on diff\u00e9rente de traiter, de penser, de fonctionner. \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Cette sensibilit\u00e9 aux nuances de l'interaction demeure. Il \u00e9voque la difficult\u00e9 du&nbsp;<em>second degr\u00e9<\/em>&nbsp;\u2013 l'humour ou la subtilit\u00e9 \u2013 surtout lorsqu'il vire \u00e0 la m\u00e9chancet\u00e9. Il donne l'exemple d'un \u00e9ducateur qui remarque nonchalamment : \u00ab C'est tellement autiste de faire \u00e7a \u00bb, apr\u00e8s que Julien ait scann\u00e9 son ticket \u00e0 une caisse automatique alors que le portillon \u00e9tait d\u00e9j\u00e0 ouvert. \u00ab M\u00eame si c'est une blague \u00bb, explique Julien, \u00ab \u00e7a pointe du doigt votre diff\u00e9rence. Ce n'est pas gentil. \u00bb <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Je l'interroge sur ses r\u00eaves et ses attentes professionnelles. Il se voit travailler avec des personnes, notamment comme animateur social ou assistant \u00e9ducateur. Il a eu quelques br\u00e8ves exp\u00e9riences professionnelles dans des \u00e9coles et des aires de jeux inclusives, trouvant une joie sinc\u00e8re \u00e0 \u00ab encadrer des groupes, partager des moments, faire des activit\u00e9s avec des enfants, avec des adultes\u2026 \u00e7a donne un sentiment de vitalit\u00e9 \u00bb. Le c\u00f4t\u00e9 administratif est moins attrayant. L'interaction directe est ce qui le dynamise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Pour Julien, le dessin et l'\u00e9criture sont des exutoires importants. Il \u00e9crit des chansons et des sc\u00e9narios de com\u00e9die, ce qui lui permet d'ext\u00e9rioriser toutes les \u00e9motions qui sont en lui \u00absans barri\u00e8res, sans limites, sans filtre \u00bb. Il r\u00eave d'\u00e9crire et de se produire en one-man-show, un num\u00e9ro de stand-up, m\u00eame s'il a l'impression d'en \u00eatre encore loin. Ses dessins se m\u00ealent souvent au texte, explorant des sujets allant de la simple joie du soleil \u00e0 des th\u00e8mes plus complexes comme l'amiti\u00e9 sinc\u00e8re ou la nature du handicap.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Lors d'une de mes visites du week-end chez sa m\u00e8re, je le vois poser sa tablette sur la table du salon et chercher quelque chose en ligne. C'est une bande originale de rap. Il consulte ensuite les paroles qu'il \u00e9crit directement sur son t\u00e9l\u00e9phone. La bande originale d\u00e9marre et il attend le signal pour commencer \u00e0 chanter, debout et se balan\u00e7ant doucement de gauche \u00e0 droite. Et il s'en va :<\/p>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\">\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\"Ne jugez pas quand vous ne connaissez pas.<br>Pour que les choses bougent, il faut batailler, je me battrai jusqu'au bout.<br>Ouvrir au handicap est un combat qu'il faut mener nuits et jours.<br>Sachez que notre vie est difficile \u00e0 cause de vous.<br>On y peut rien d'\u00eatre ainsi pour toujours.<br>A bas tous ces pr\u00e9jug\u00e9s.<br>A bas tous ces clich\u00e9s.\"<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ah, et puis il y a le cosplay. Il incarne diff\u00e9rents personnages, participe \u00e0 des conventions de cosplay et est actif dans la communaut\u00e9 cosplay en ligne. Il me montre des photos sur son t\u00e9l\u00e9phone \u2013 lui, s\u00e9rieux et concentr\u00e9, en personnage de Demon Slayer, katana en main. \n\nChoisir un personnage est une question de personnalit\u00e9, de fluidit\u00e9, de capacit\u00e9 \u00e0 se projeter dans sa peau. \u00ab C'est amusant de se mettre dans la peau d'un personnage \u00bb, explique-t-il, qu'il soit un h\u00e9ros, un l\u00e2che, ou m\u00eame un m\u00e9chant. C'est une autre fa\u00e7on d'explorer la nature humaine, un sujet qui le fascine et parfois le r\u00e9volte. \u00ab L'\u00eatre humain \u00bb, dit-il pensivement, \u00ab parfois son comportement est fascinant, int\u00e9ressant, instructif. Mais d'autres fois\u2026 on y voit de la cruaut\u00e9, de la trahison, des mauvais traitements\u2026 C'est ce que j'aime le plus et parfois ce que je d\u00e9teste le plus. \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mes rencontres avec Julien portent sur une transition importante : quitter une colocation supervis\u00e9e pour son propre studio \u00e0 Schaerbeek. Lors de pr\u00e9c\u00e9dentes visites, il m'a montr\u00e9 des photos et des vid\u00e9os de l'espace, encore en r\u00e9novation mais plein de potentiel. Il est ravi de cette autonomie accrue, m\u00eame s'il reconna\u00eet avoir besoin d'un soutien continu, quoique moins fr\u00e9quent. Plus tard, je lui rends visite dans son nouvel appartement et il me raconte les probl\u00e8mes apparemment interminables li\u00e9s \u00e0 la livraison des meubles ou \u00e0 l'installation d'une ligne t\u00e9l\u00e9phonique et d'une connexion internet. Il parle des standardistes d\u00e9sempar\u00e9s, des livreurs impolis qui veulent finir et partir au plus vite, et du cauchemar administratif que repr\u00e9sente la mise en place des bases d'un nouveau logement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Un \u00e9l\u00e9ment cl\u00e9 de sa pr\u00e9paration \u00e0 cette ind\u00e9pendance a \u00e9t\u00e9 la gestion de ses propres finances. Pendant longtemps, explique-t-il, payer par carte lui semblait trop abstrait ; l'argent disparaissait num\u00e9riquement sans qu'il ne se rende pleinement compte de la diminution du solde. Conscient de ce d\u00e9fi, il a travaill\u00e9 avec le personnel d'assistance pour mettre en place un syst\u00e8me d'enveloppes pour les esp\u00e8ces. \u00ab Maintenant, je vois l'argent \u00bb, explique-t-il en faisant un geste comme s'il tenait une enveloppe, \u00ab je le vois se vider. C'est visuel, physique.\u00bb Il alloue des montants pr\u00e9cis pour les courses, les loisirs, le coiffeur et d'autres d\u00e9penses. \u00ab Si l'enveloppe est vide, elle est vide. Il n'y a pas de d\u00e9couvert comme avec une carte. \u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Ma\u00eetriser cette comp\u00e9tence pratique ne se limite pas \u00e0 payer ses factures ; il s'agit aussi de d\u00e9velopper sa confiance et son autonomie. Savoir g\u00e9rer ses finances lui permet de mieux planifier, par exemple \u00e9conomiser pour un costume de cosplay \u2013 une passion qui m\u00e8ne souvent \u00e0 des \u00e9v\u00e9nements sociaux et \u00e0 des collaborations.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">J'interroge Julien sur son r\u00e9seau social et de soutien. Pour lui, cela inclut des amis autistes, rencontr\u00e9s principalement gr\u00e2ce \u00e0 une association qui aide les adultes autistes \u00e0 s'int\u00e9grer socialement et professionnellement. Sa m\u00e8re est toujours l\u00e0, son attention et son soutien constants le soutiennent dans les bons comme dans les mauvais moments. Certains membres de la famille, comme une tante et une cousine, font preuve de compr\u00e9hension, ayant pris le temps de se renseigner sur l'autisme apr\u00e8s son diagnostic. Mais d'autres restent distants, incapables ou peu dispos\u00e9s \u00e0 faire le lien. Il y a surtout son psychologue, qu'il rencontre de temps en temps depuis 2015, qui l'\u00e9coute vraiment sans minimiser ses \u00e9motions \u2013 un contraste saisissant avec ses exp\u00e9riences pass\u00e9es. Un coach professionnel l'aide \u00e9galement \u00e0 s'orienter sur le march\u00e9 du travail et le met en relation avec des employeurs ouverts \u00e0 la diversit\u00e9.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Lors de mes rencontres ult\u00e9rieures avec Julien, je rencontre \u00e9galement sa petite amie. Comme lui, elle est totalement immerg\u00e9e dans l'univers du cosplay. Ils participent ensemble \u00e0 des conventions de cosplay et utilisent leurs \u00e9conomies pour acheter des costumes et des accessoires. Nous allons dans un parc voisin par un apr\u00e8s-midi froid du d\u00e9but du printemps, tous deux v\u00eatus de costumes et de perruques. Ils incarnent deux personnages de l'anime \u00ab Dan da dan \u00bb : Julien est Ken Takakura et sa petite amie est Momo Ayase.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Nous cherchons diff\u00e9rents lieux de prise de vue et ils essaient diff\u00e9rentes poses, imaginant \u00e0 voix haute ce que leurs personnages feraient et \u00e0 quoi ils ressembleraient. Je remarque leurs gestes d'affection l'un envers l'autre, d'abord timides, puis de plus en plus visibles et s\u00fbrs d'eux. Julien a \u00e9galement pris son appareil photo pour s'entra\u00eener. 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Mais ce qu'il ignore probablement, c'est que j'ai mes propres doutes et h\u00e9sitations. Suis-je assez bon pour raconter cette histoire comme elle le m\u00e9rite ? Me fait-il confiance ? Quels moments, angles, situations me manquent ? Dois-je simplement \u00eatre t\u00e9moin de ce qui se passe ou tenter de le guider ou de le pousser l\u00e9g\u00e8rement de temps en temps ? Je ne peux pas \u00eatre une mouche sur le mur ; le simple fait d'\u00eatre l\u00e0 modifie le comportement de mon sujet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">L'\u00e9criture de Julien, son immersion dans les personnages cosplay, sa fascination pour les raisons qui poussent les gens \u00e0 agir comme ils le font \u2013 ce ne sont pas seulement des passe-temps. C'est sa fa\u00e7on d'explorer le monde et d'y trouver sa place. C'est sa fa\u00e7on de trouver du sens, de construire son propre univers de sens, au-del\u00e0 de ce qu'on lui a appris ou impos\u00e9.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Une douceur transpara\u00eet dans tant de ses mots et de ses petits gestes. Il y a aussi une d\u00e9termination \u00e0 faire entendre sa voix. \u00c0 r\u00e9affirmer son appartenance \u00e0 ce monde, avec douceur mais insistance. \u00c0 r\u00e9affirmer son droit \u00e0 \u00eatre trait\u00e9 comme un membre \u00e0 part enti\u00e8re de l'humanit\u00e9, malgr\u00e9 le fait qu'une partie de l'humanit\u00e9 insiste pour le traiter diff\u00e9remment. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Je le regarde se concentrer \u00e0 donner vie \u00e0 un personnage ou \u00e0 trouver les mots justes pour exprimer un sentiment, et je per\u00e7ois ce besoin simple et vital de donner du sens aux choses, de s'exprimer, de trouver des espaces o\u00f9 cette expression soit vue et comprise, d'\u00eatre accept\u00e9, d'\u00eatre aim\u00e9.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\"Ce qui me rend heureux, c'est de vivre ma vie tout en \u00e9tant reconnu pour qui je suis au fond de moi, pour l'\u00eatre humain que je suis, autiste ou pas autiste. Une autre chose qui me rend terriblement heureux c'est de partager et de pratiquer mes passions avec les gens que j'aime, que ce soit dans un cadre professionnel ou non. Je trouve que dans la vie, l'entourage est extr\u00eamement important car en cas de baisse de moral ou baisse de confiance en soi, avoir un bon entourage qui croit en nous est hyper motivant afin de prendre du poil de la b\u00eate.\"<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\"Ce qui me rend heureux, c'est de vivre ma vie tout en \u00e9tant reconnu pour qui je suis au fond de moi, pour l'\u00eatre humain que je suis, autiste ou pas autiste. Une autre chose qui me rend terriblement heureux c'est de partager et de pratiquer mes passions avec les gens que j'aime, que ce soit dans un cadre professionnel ou non. 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