PICTURED ABOVE: The Right Reverend and Right Honorable Lord and Dude Laird Doctor Alexander Fuld Frazier II of Fraser of Lovat, of Lochaber, and of Glencoe, and of Sealand, L.D.D., O.Sf., D.D., A.S., B.A., M.A., Ph.D., Sf.A., A.R., C.B.C.I., V.C.A.G., L.O.C., A.A.P.D., N.C.I.L., I.N., S.M.D.D.M.H.F., N.D.M.C., F.N.D.P., F.S.L.M., P.S. Baron of Sealand, Right Reverend Minister in the Church of the Latter-Day Dude, Laird of Lochaber, Laird of Glencoe, Officer in the Starfleet of the United Federation of Planets, Doctor of Divinity in Dudeist Studies from Abide University, Associate of Science in the General Studies of Liberal Arts and Sciences from Tompkins Cortland Community College of the State University of New York, Bachelor of Arts in Political Science from the University at Buffalo of the State University of New York, Master of Arts in Interdisciplinary Humanities with a formal Concentration in Disability Studies from the University at Buffalo of the State University of New York, Doctor of Philosophy in Abidance Counseling from Abide University, Graduate from the Starfleet Academy of the United Federation of Planets, Director of Autistic Reality, Honorary Member of the Comic Book Club of Ithaca, Member of Visions Comic Art Group, Reader at the Library of Congress, Member of the American Association of People with Disabilities, Member of the Education Subcommittee of the National Council on Independent Living, Member of Independence NOW, Inductee to the Susan M. Daniels Disability Mentoring Hall of Fame, Member of the National Disability Mentoring Coalition, Friend of Notre Dame de Paris, Founder of the Statue of Liberty Museum, Mariner at the Planetary Society, Author of Without Fear: The First Autistic Superhero, Author of Veni! Vidi! Autism!.
REMEMBERING
ALEC FRAZIER
He was so many things to so many people.
A firebrand of creativity that he devoted to his chosen cause of speaking to, and on behalf of, the disability community. He was uniquely qualified to do so because of his lifetime of struggles and eventual acceptance and unabashed embrace of his own neurological difference. He surmounted the immense challenges presented by Autism and got a masters degree focusing on advocacy which he wielded like a paint brush to leave behind him a better world then the one he was walking into.
He was an author, a speaker, an unapologetic nerd and furious consumer of history and consummate collector.
He was a courageous, proud gay man.
In a world that expected nothing from this “disabled guy” he rose to the challenge and defied every low bar set for him, exceeding expectations and challenging preconceptions.
When he loved, he loved with all his heart, and when he didn’t feel the love, well, get out of his way. All who met him were forever changed.
I rolled my eyes at the “childish” things he held on to in his life. Stuffed animals, continuing to leave a note out for Santa well in to his last year of life, and calling our parents to snuggle on the phone as he fell asleep.
I now realize that all those things were self-love of the variety all of us could learn a thing or two from.
He constantly challenged me, whether he meant to or not, and I can now definitely say, that although I am engulfed in the most immense sorrow I hope I ever feel, Alec made me a better man.
A firebrand of creativity that he devoted to his chosen cause of speaking to, and on behalf of, the disability community. He was uniquely qualified to do so because of his lifetime of struggles and eventual acceptance and unabashed embrace of his own neurological difference. He surmounted the immense challenges presented by Autism and got a masters degree focusing on advocacy which he wielded like a paint brush to leave behind him a better world then the one he was walking into.
He was an author, a speaker, an unapologetic nerd and furious consumer of history and consummate collector.
He was a courageous, proud gay man.
In a world that expected nothing from this “disabled guy” he rose to the challenge and defied every low bar set for him, exceeding expectations and challenging preconceptions.
When he loved, he loved with all his heart, and when he didn’t feel the love, well, get out of his way. All who met him were forever changed.
I rolled my eyes at the “childish” things he held on to in his life. Stuffed animals, continuing to leave a note out for Santa well in to his last year of life, and calling our parents to snuggle on the phone as he fell asleep.
I now realize that all those things were self-love of the variety all of us could learn a thing or two from.
He constantly challenged me, whether he meant to or not, and I can now definitely say, that although I am engulfed in the most immense sorrow I hope I ever feel, Alec made me a better man.
Nick Frazier
Alec's Brother