Well, I just got my hands on a trial version of MarsEdit for my MacBook, to see whether it is worth investing the forty dollars to procure a licensed version. I already have been trying out a later version on my new desktop computer, but my MacBook is still stuck on version 10.5.whatever of OS X, so a previous version (2.4.4) of MarsEdit was needed to use it on my MacBook. Now that I have that out of the way, I am going to return to the previous track of my thoughts. Specifically, that all forms of our media, electronic and otherwise, need changes in both organisation and law if they are to benefit us all in the coming future.
Sometimes, I ask myself about why I bother writing this journal, why I started it in the first place, and why I put so much effort into it when I do not gain anything really measurable from that. It is a curious question that does deserve some answers.
At times when I read the writings of folks like Autistic Hoya, for example, I think about things like what I have said concerning such matters as diversity (or rather the lack thereof) in our media. Posts like this one, in which we are told how the manner in which we label groups are arbitrary, remind me of why I write things. Now, it is reasonable to assume that on a planet supposedly containing seven billion people, there are at least a small handful whose thoughts, feelings, experiences, and ideas concerning life on the autistic spectrum bear some resemblance to mine. Even if we use the more realistic, estimate of one in a hundred and fifty (when health authorities nearly double the rate of incidence of diabetes in a population, they are expected to justify the new rates), that means there are 46.66repeater autistic Human beings in the world. That is more than twice the population of Arseholia. Expect me to believe that not one of them sees the world in a similar fashion to me? Fukk you, then.
So yeah, the post. Whilst I am totally understanding of the issues people have with distinctions between different… I will use the word “configurations”… of autism, the thing I take issue with is that these distinctions actually serve us in a sense.
Maybe this is difficult for those who are only now just starting tertiary-level education to grasp, but when I was diagnosed with diabetes at the age of nine, there was one, and only one conception of what autism was. Ronald Bass’ conception. The conception that we are all useless, dysfunctional ninnies who scream and hit ourselves at the mere sight of steaming water, in other words. That was autism in the eyes of just about everyone in the world save for maybe a small handful of psychologists and historians in Germany, maybe. And you want to know what really shits me up the wall? Ronald Bass, through the mouth of an actor I will not tar the name of by mentioning in this context, tells us that this is “very high functioning”. I do not fukking think so, Ronald.
So when the powers that be in the fields of psychology and neuroscience drew distinctions between extremely low-functioning (which is what Ronald Bass still thinks all autism is, it seems), low-functioning, high-functioning, and what is referred to as Asperger’s Syndrome, people in the latter two groups began to benefit. Maybe not as much as should be the case, but at least now we had the distinction of being accurately labelled at all.
When you are not accurately labelled, you end up labelled anyway, especially if you are a Powell type and physically manifest your objections to being treated like something that crawled up the world’s arsehole and died. And let me tell you something from personal experience: when you are inaccurately labelled, it can hurt you. If you have ever heard a man say “no, I do not give you permission to get my records from (insert city here) because I do not want their bullshit hurting me for the rest of my life”, or words to that effect, you have met a Powell type. And if you hear someone say that the law should be changed to fine doctors until their arses bleed then distribute proceeds to the victim every time a transparently false diagnosis causes a person harm, you have met a Powell type.
I am not a Powell type simply because that is the way my brain is wired. I am a Powell type because I was abused without any mercy for the best part of two decades. I am a Powell type because even after being formally diagnosed three different times, the society that should have never allowed the abuse to occur in the first place decided that ignoring me and leaving me to just drift was preferable to making amends. And you fukking wonder why I say my veteran grandfather would disown you and take me back to Scotland with him if he had lived to see my life up to as much as a decade ago, you worthless piece of shit self-congratulating Australians?
Pardon me. The point here is not about distinctions between different autistic types or my pervasive feeling that subjecting Australians to a Holocaust would be a good thing. The point is that by allowing Ronald Bass to tell an ignorant world at large that a man who screams, cries, and hits himself at the sight of steam is the be-all and end-all of autism, Hollywood and its powers have done us harm. I do not mean harm in the sense of assault or mis-medicating. No, I mean something much, much worse. I mean they have harmed us in the sense of denying us recognition of ourselves, in many cases from ourselves. They have harmed us in the sense of allowing a substantial number of us to suffer from misdiagnoses and resultant mistreatment. They have harmed us in the sense of denying us access to aid that may have had lasting beneficial results. And they have harmed us in the sense of allowing exceptionally evil people to take root and spread messages that it is okay to harm us or even murder us simply for being different to the expected norm.
In the world of my novels, people like Ronald Bass or Suzanne Wright would be brought before a tribunal representing all of the spirit-wielders of the world. And they would be asked if they have any decent explanation for the things that they have done to us. I cannot imagine them even coming up with a shred of a word they have to say for themselves that would not provoke rage, but I have no way of knowing.
What I am getting at with that remark is that there most verifiably is a market for films, stories, and other media that portrays the autistic in a manner other than cutesy or tragic. I mean, seriously, fukk me if they did not do exactly that in Blade Runner, X-Men, X2, X-Men: First Class, V, Edward Scissorhands, or thousands of other titles in which they achieved this entirely by accident. But the time has come now for overt and deliberate portrayals that are not as misleading to outsiders and insulting as hell to us. Novels of mine such as The Raven And The Ruby would be already filling that market if I were not stuck living among Cuntslanders for longer than some people spend in prison for doing lasting harm to others.
Okay, pardon me, I am getting upset again. The point here is that contrary to what conservative mongrels who should cop the brunt of our resource problems want us to believe, the media can and should be regulated. This means ownership of the Internet (the rightful owners are the governments and armies of the nations it serves anyway) should be regulated. This means that stories on television that have the potential to cause harm to others, both now and in future, should be carefully screened. This means that people who do harm others through their means of profit in the media (this means you, Ronald Bass) should be punished for it.
And if we start doing things like that, in fact, we might not have more thirty-somethings in the world who resemble me. If you are moronic to wonder what the point of all this was, stop reading now. That was it.