Thanks, Depeche Mode. And that lyric was from the 1980s!
On Facebook, I am popular today. Many folks have been sharing a simple post I wrote in February about Augmentive Assistive Communication accommodations for Autistics who are non-verbal; and how Martyr Paaarents don't want their burdensome diseased children talking through machines.
And now, I wrote this:https://www.facebook.com/BrightLotusMoon/posts/10153647910985684
"Welp, this lady can just fuck right off.
I want to hug her son and tell him he's all right and beautiful.
In the comments of Angie's post, actual Autistics are giving out advice that really should come with a charge at this point. It's the same thing, over and over, for years and years, and people still have the gall to call us angry and harsh and mean for trying so hard to make you assholes realize why we are not going away. We are angry. We are upset. You are part of the reasons why, because you want us to be not like us, to be more like you, and that leads to many of us putting up masks so we can Pass and that leads to Autistic Burnout and Executive Function burnout with Executive Dysfunction and you wonder why we suddenly cannot do all those things we used to do when you were around, like we suddenly "Regressed" or something. This is my shocked face. Look at it. Look at my shocked face.
I don't want to do all your homework for you. If you honestly desire knowledge and understanding, I want something in return. I want cooperation. I want acknowledgement that this is a lot to understand and very complex and that it takes up a lot of my energy and executive function. I want a Ninja Turtles action figure and some My Little Pony toys. Maybe shopping at Ulta. Or straight cash via Paypal.
I offer blog posts at no charge. And yet I still get passive-aggressive shots at my compassion and eagerness to be a teacher. (Example: "Wow, you are angry and harsh, sorry for wanting to learn, guess I'll just leave, have fun being defensive and snippy, sad for you!" Yeah, we're angry, we are blunt but not harsh, we are tired, we are mournful, and we have been repeating the same words to people who have been saying the same things other people have been saying; so, do you guys, like, have a secret group or something? You say the same things like a script and then you accuse me of accusing you of being hateful, and I swear I can just mouth every word before you say it.). Over and over, I will call someone out for being a whiny aggressive defensive jerk and they will block me and tell me to have fun in my echo chamber safe space bubble. Different people, all the same. Fine. I don't have to deal with them anymore. Now I get to hang out with cool people I love.
I have begun mentoring non-neurodivergent people and non-autistic people as well as newly diagnosed autisics who were Adult Diagnosed like me. Me! A mentor! That's unbelievable! And they want to research and know things, really for real! I want to do well by them, I want to make them feel proud and happy. I still run to my own mentors, that is how deeply I believe in empathy and understanding and acceptance and not fucking up. I have no time for people who don't want to read the books and articles they should be reading - and that includes my blogs and the blogs of a dozen other autistics who are trying to change the way the world sees us."
Also, my friend Nora wrote this:http://fullmetalheart.com/index.php/2016/04/29/do-not-call-me-high-functioning/http://fullmetalheart.com/index.php/2015/12/26/in-which-functioning-levels-are-complete-and-utter-donkey-dung/
My friend Michael wrote this:http://www.mmonjejr.com/2014/10/its-time-to-accept-that-they-hate-you.html
And then there's this:
Which is also because this that I wrote:
My baby Mikey never gets the credit he deserves.
To 2012 show fans, the creepy "Parasitica" might as well be a counterpart to 2003's horrifying "Same As It Never Was" with the explosion of fan art and fanfics, and we all agree that Mikey was amazing and needs recognition for every type of intelligence that isn't Logical-Mathematical. He's got Interpersonal and Bodily–kinesthetic like nobody else, plus epic Musical–rhythmic, plus Intrapersonal, Naturalistic, and Existential.
Just because he has ADHD and transient expressive aphasia
, doesn't understand math, displays highly non-linear thinking, defies and denies logic and physics, and refuses to learn the classroom way doesn't mean he's [insert ableist terms regarding intellect]. Notice how he absorbs Donnie's chemistry and biology lessons quietly by stimming. Also, he's a creative chef and an artist. Also he's an Olympic-level athlete, and an expert in acro-yoga, capoeira, ballet, gymnastics, parkour, jiujitsu, aikido. A master of kusarigama and nunchaku which requires extraordinary balance, flexibility, agility, proprioception, high-jump, nearly psychic sensitivity of self and surroundings. He's literally empathic and reads people like books. He absorbs the anger and upset from others and projects joy and love. He asks his brothers to repeat mission plans so he can remember, like a sponge, because of learning disabilities, and he gets smacked on the head for it. He says ridiculous silly weird nonsensical things to try and make others relax. He has nearly perfect memory, thus was chosen as navigator. He's the most neurodivergent character in the franchise.
And he should not only get more love and credit, he should get side effects from his family constantly putting him down, smacking him, and calling him names. It's easy for the sunshine children to develop depression, anxiety, nightmares. The episodes "Into Dimension X" and "Journey to the Center of Mikey's Mind" should have had some sort of PTSD effect I would think. Spending months alone in a bizarre alien dimension learning an entirely different set of laws of physics, being attacked by homicidal aliens trying to destroy his inner self, which happens to be a child... In "Parasitica" he should have gotten night terrors, being the only one who could save his family and the world from becoming zombie-like wasp drones.
He's sixteen and an extroverted wild child whose greatest fear is being abandoned by his family in the darkness to be fed alone to the monsters . Somebody give that boy a hug.
(I just have a LOT of feelings. This is why fanfics. I might never be done with all the little stories I've been writing for Cold Fire Rising 2 Ouroboros. Reviewers have been quite encouraging. I'm tormenting the heck out of that boy. I love him.)
I just have a lot of feelings. To quote the film Mean Girls, "You can't sit with us" and "Do you even go here?" because abled people and neurotypical people keep annoying me on various levels.