In Search of Haven imagines a world where identification is a path to “liberation” rather than control

But I am stuck on this idea, for in suggesting that autism is, at its very core, an end (or the end), we only further foreclose autistic futures. In the words of Muñoz, I want to “wrest ourselves from the present’s stultifying hold.”

It is helpful to imagine these roadblocks as questions: How do we rediscover ourselves anew? How do we right our collective rememory? Think of rememory as an undoing, unraveling and rewriting of corporeal constitutive elements. In the changingness of rememory, could we find transcendence? Or perhaps a trace of a former history that gives us the opp