Many a time, curebies will ask one of us what we would have them or the people they are in favour of do, as if there is no alternative to their actions. This comes even when we complain about autistic children being murdered by doctors or their parents. It is a despicable tactic designed to convince the ignorant that there absolutely is no alternative to their actions. So in the interests of showing an audience just how seriously wrong a curebie can be, let us explore what we would have them do instead of what they actually are doing.
In order to understand what I, and I do not doubt others on the spectrum, really want, it is important to understand the actions I am concerned with and the impact that they can have.
In the document entitled Neurotypical Privilege, one point stated is “nobody will murder me because of my neurology”. I think this is a poor choice of words for a few reasons. It is easy to think this means that the writer means they stand no risk of being murdered because of their neurology. A better wording would be, “nobody will murder me using my neurology as a motive”. Or an excuse, for that matter. But the point still stands. News stories are occurring on an almost monthly basis about how some normie has murdered their child (or adult child) for being autistic.
Such stories, as they are printed in media, often talk exclusively about the murderer. Everything is about how stressed, strained, or deprived the murder felt in their situation. Well, boo fukking hoo. In one incident in the house I grew up in, during one shrieking rage fit, my mother literally grabbed me by my neck, hoisted me up, and began banging my head against a door whilst strangling me. Obviously, I survived the incident, but it took me years after the fact to realise that this was not my fault, and that whilst my mother’s actions in this instance are indefensible, it was not entirely her fault, either.
An organisation that truly represents the autistic will make it clear to the media that a murderer is a murderer is a murderer. Yes, bringing up an autistic child, especially in this age of ever-growing income inequality, is a challenge. But so too is growing up with parental units who are so unprepared for the challenges of parenthood that they are a walking argument in favour of mandatory birth control. And being autistic, contrary to what seems to be popular opinion, amplifies those challenges. A child does not know what social policy is, what income inequality is, what social services are, and so forth. All they know when something like this happens at that stage of their life is that their mother is upset about something and considers them solely responsible for it. The commonly-repeated saying is that murder of a host is the most foul, but that is not true. Murder of a child is fouler by far, and the murder of a child who has difficulty in expressing or caring for themselves, murdering them because of that difficulty, is fouler still. An organisation that is properly qualified to represent autistic individuals knows this, and will promote this fact to the public. Autism Speaks does not do this, and nor does any curebie organisation.
Which brings me to another point in the Neurotypical Privilege document. “If I am murdered, my murderer will not be let off because killing someone of my neurology is an act of mercy.” Again, poor wording. A far better wording would be “if someone murders me, pleading that killing someone of my neurology is an act of mercy will avail them nothing”. The original sentence suffers serious subject and meaning confusion. But that is beside the point.
I wonder at times how this situation would look to say, an alien civilisation like the ones alluded to in films like Starman, or games like X-COM: Terran Defense Force. I mean, really, you have a subset of your species whose defining characteristic is to ask questions and look into things more deeply than the overwhelming majority of the population. And all of them are terrified of that overwhelming majority, more so when stories of people being let off for murdering one of their kind on excuses that would get laughed out of court under any other circumstances. The irony here is that perhaps we were better off not knowing, not being diagnosed, and so forth. Had the previously-spoken-of beating of my head on a door resulted in my death, you have to ask yourself if my mother pleading that she should be let off because I am autistic would have helped her in the slightest. I doubt it. In fact, in 1984, a woman who pleaded this way whilst on trial for the murder of her six year old son would be locked away with words like “do not release, ever” stamped on her file.
As I have stated elsewhere a number of times, I often find myself wishing that I had been aborted. Before you take offense at this, you need to acquaint yourself with some facts. For one thing, if current trends continue, the world will only be able to provide two billion people with a modest but comfortable (population scientists’ words) lifestyle. That is less than a third of the world’s present population. Second, when a given place is overpopulated with any species, the adults of that species will murder one another and their children with far greater frequency than is the case with a sustainable population. So if you want to complain to someone about the fact that every day I wake up and regret finding myself alive, complain to the Baby Boomers. And finally, what we really call diseases, things like AIDS, diabetes, cancer, asthma, and on and on, all appear to increase in incidence in proportion to population density. Oh, and if you are a fanatical religionist, so does homosexuality. And if you are still wondering why, all of these proportional increases are the planet’s way of trying to tell us something. Namely, “stop breeding a hundred times faster than you are dying, you assholes, you are going to wind up killing everything on the planet this way!”. So when a thirty-something man on the autistic spectrum starts writing speculative fiction about going back in time and urging his parents to reconsider allowing him to be born, instead of complaining to him about it, you should look at yourselves and the world you have made for him.
Other big hits in the Neurotypical Privilege list include “I am not expected to alter or suppress my natural ways of moving, interacting or expressing emotion in most circumstances” and “If I fail to alter or suppress my natural ways of moving, interacting or expressing emotion, I do not fear public ridicule or exclusion because of this”. If a psychiatrist or psychologist originating from a planet in orbit of Proxima Centaurii saw this going on, you cannot begin to imagine how ridiculous this situation would seem to them. Although our intellect is subservient to our emotions, those with sufficient intelligence also learn quickly that our emotions are reactive, not active. You can see this very fact in such widespread and unrelated sources as films like the 2008 production of The Incredible Hulk. In the establishing scenes, we see Bruce Banner practising control techniques with a martial arts trainer who teaches him how to use controlled breathing to better control his emotions. Our emotions respond to a number of stimuli, both from within and without. When we are listening to a Black Sabbath song, we feel an undercurrent of anguish at the music’s description of our situation, but joy on top at the fact that at least someone out there seems to grok it. When we are being treated like second class citizens, we feel sadness and pain that a person who should be in a position to help us is treating us this way, and anger that nobody is coming to slap them upside the head. When we are in bed with the first woman we have met in our lives that does not make us feel a need to go into a defensive position with every word they say, we feel joy on a different of different levels, and in a number of different ways.
So you approach the subject whilst he is an adult and try to tell him that the speech that occurs naturally to him is wrong, that his view of what happens to him is wrong, and that his desires in terms of his future are wrong. A question comes to mind. Namely, how the fukk do you expect him to respond? Do you seriously think he is going to wrap his arms around you and give you a big, sloppy kiss? Or would you expect him to snarl so much hate at you that people around him start to fear for you?
I have already meandered around this subject long enough. So I will ask you to read this list of what constitutes Neurotypical Privilege. Just be warned that it is a long-arsed document, with hundreds of points. At least two of which, “I will never be told I cannot really be neurotypical because I do not resemble a certain fictional character in a certain movie” and “When I am growing up, I meet enough adults with my neurology that I do not end up assuming that my neurology will either kill me or vanish by adulthood”, are ones that I (among many others, no doubt) suggested. (In fact, many of the last two dozen or so on the list, including one that has an expletive fudged out, and two that relate to sexuality, are ones I (among others, doubtless) sent to the author.) Oh, my wordings would differ, and they probably did in the suggestions that I sent, but the sentiment is exactly the same.
So what would we, or even just I, this angry Powell type, have you, the neurotypical or normie do? If you have been reading that document, you know it is quite a lot. And if you have really been paying attention, then you know that that document is also a catalogue of reasons (incomplete) as to why I would rather die than be neurotypical. If you, the neurotypical, seriously think you are something for me to aspire to, consider that document a testimony that you are sorely mistaken.
If you have read this far, and read the document I just linked to, and are trying to understand both, then thank you. If not, fukk you.
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