The last few days have been incredibly rough for me. The news stories concerning one woman trying to kill herself and take her autistic daughter with her have brought out the absolute worst in me. I know for a fact that one thought in the daughter’s processes would have run something like “great, mother, I know you want to kill yourself, but have the guts to not take me with you”. The fact that I am going to tell my own mother that I wish she had offed herself before I started school might tell you something about how I feel lately.
But friends, when a Powell type autistic adult is enraged, there are things you can do, and things you really should not do. Important to realise is that every time a person says that a “behaviour modification therapy” that he sees as child abuse is okay, every time he reads someone commenting that “autism needs fixing”, or that he should be imprisoned because he is verbally trying to warn people that the thoughts concerning unacceptable behaviour from others that they are expressing are not acceptable, you are sending him a message. That message is that he should be killed like someone tried to do to a child recently, and do to children on such a frequent basis that it is not unreasonable to wonder how many cases are going unreported.
So for the benefit of some idiot normies who fail to understand that how they perceive themselves is not nearly as important as how the people who disapprove of them do, here are some important pointers from personal experience concerning how you talk to a very angry Powell type.
- Under no circumstances will you talk about the Powell type to your friends or audience as if he is not there.
This is a really important one. In order to highlight why, I am going to use a parallel example. In the Bryce Courtenay novel Tandia, there is one scene in which the titular character, cuffed in the back of a police car, watches as the policeman who has arrested her speaks about her to several of his fellows as if she is not there.
Two things need to be understood to get the full meaning of this example. One, Tandia is set in Apartheid-era South Africa. Two, the titular character is black (her father was Indian, which makes her mixed-race, which if I understand the text of the novel correctly, is seen as worse in that society). Apparently this was a common behaviour on the part of Apartheid-era South African police. If one was travelling with a black individual under one’s arrest, one spoke to their comrades about them as if they were not there. If the arrested individual could hear it, ten points as they say.
Seen in this light, there is only one word to describe speaking of or writing about an autistic, disabled, mentally ill, or other proscribed-type person in front of them as if they are not there. Unconscionable. So please, do not do it.
- Telling a person who is angry about your behaviour and that of others that they should be locked up is not on
Quick quiz here. What do you expect a person who is ready to skin someone alive and throw them in a tub of saltwater to think or feel if you tell them they should be locked up?
I cannot think of a more bigoted and ultimately stupid insult from anyone. Who has told my mother on the day she repeatedly smashed my head against a wooden door that she ought to be locked up? Who told my asshole male parent whilst he was trying to demoralise me into accepting his preferred hick fukktard town as the new absolute limit of my world that he ought to be locked up? Who tells people like my neighbours when they come into my home and talk to me as if I am lower than their shit that they should be locked up?
If you guessed nobody, then you are halfway to understanding my point.
Friends, I have something I would like to say to you. If the behaviours of the people above are acceptable to you, then your objections to my expressing my extreme, hateful displeasure with you are utterly invalid.
- Behaving like a person who has made the Powell type angry and upset in the past is only going to make it worse
In this document, I expect there will be at least a couple of thousand words. A trick my asshole idiot male parent liked to do when I was explaining what I needed or wanted was to take one part of what I was saying, sometimes not even a whole sentence, and repeat it aloud as if it were the most preposterous thing he had heard in his life. Any attempt to steer the conversation back to the important points was utterly futile, and this straw-man of my words would become the entire conversation from then on.
This, by the way, Donna Duncan, is one of the things I mean when I say “stopping barrier”. (Donna has the distinction of being one of the few people to piss me off anywhere near as much as my asshole idiot male parent.)
So if one part of a very lengthy statement from a Powell type concerns you, do not treat it as if that is the only thing they said. How would you like it if you presented a doctoral dissertation to a university and they gave you a failing mark on the basis of one sentence in the abstract? (That is something I would fully expect of normies, too.)
- Trying to tell a Powell type how to speak is like pulling an angry dog’s tail (do not do it)
I could read and write at an adult level before I ever saw hide or hair of a school. The idea that this might make the regular school curriculum highly understimulating to me never occurred to anyone. At all. And yet they thought I was the one with the problem.
I could really title this document Reasons Why I Hate My Asshole Idiot Male Parent. During a miscommunicative episode in which I was trying to spell out a word for him, I kept trying to tell him I was saying Z, not C. When he realised I was saying the last letter of the alphabet, not the third, he actually told me, no kidding, to say it like an Australian.
Fukk you, daddy.
No, really, fukk you. This is one of the many reasons why I identify more strongly with your father than you, in spite of all the stories I have heard about what a rotten father he was. (Much of grandfather McIntosh’s described behaviour, and his participation in defense of Australia during World War II, makes it pretty clear he was suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.)
Pardon me, I was getting distracted.
When a person has a clear sense of his own identity and self, and happens to be a linguistically-bent autistic, he will speak in any manner he sees fit at a given time.
The name of this song is Jawohl Asshole. So if you have a problem with me calling you an asshole when I have Scottish and English ancestry, the problem is entirely yours. This is because every time I call you an asshole, my unconscious mind launches into a crude sing-along. Jawohl asshole! Jawohl asshole! (If you are too ignorant, stupid, or both to go and find out what the German word “jawohl” (pronounced “yah-woll”) means, again, your problem, not mine.)
We no longer live in a world where people living on one land mass can be confined to one language, one mode of speech, one culture, or even indeed one nationality of ancestors. In fact, the ship sailed (literally!) on all of these a long, long time ago.
Aside from the usual education of a child (and on occasion, adults) about being careful about whom you say certain things to or around, there is no excuse, ever, to tell a person how they should speak. People speak the way they do for reasons that are far beyond the comprehension of people who think such behaviour is acceptable.
And if you do tell someone how they can speak, for the sole purpose of pleasing you or bolstering your fragile cultural ego, you are exactly what American youths have in mind when they call you an asshole.
- To a Powell type, answers to real questions are like heroin
Powell types ask questions for reasons:
- The Powell type may be genuinely interested in the answer, as in it might further educate them about something.
- The Powell type might already know the answer, and is asking in order to test your character.
- The Powell type, if he is especially annoyed with you, may be asking it rhetorically in order to highlight to others how stupid you may well be.
When a Powell type is asking you questions that end in him calling you things like a normie, a neurobigot, or similar, the chance that you have said something exceptionally stupid to him is not high. It is absolute. For example, when you tell him “autism needs fixing”, he is probably going to ask you things like “how do you propose it be fixed, normie?” or “oh, so my autism is a car now, normie?”. And these are just two examples that immediately come to mind. They all translate into the same thing (the question is more for the benefit of others who might be watching, and they are free to answer). You are stupid, normie. Irredeemably so.
When a Powell type is asking your opinion of a piece of media, it is because he is trying to better figure you out. Whether it be a potentially distressing piece of media such as Ask A Slave (a web comedy series that in two episodes has left my jaw hanging open at least a dozen times) or a great film like TRON: Legacy, what you say to him about it will further fill in a picture of you in his mind.
- Talking down at a Powell type is a very bad idea
During another conversation with my asshole idiot male parent, he told me that he had contacted an organisation called Aspect. He told me that they do not support AS (his wording). That was not the problem in itself.
No, the problem was that he was saying it in a “they do not support. A. S.” manner, talking down to me (whilst I was seating) as if he were addressing a “misbehaving” three year old. His response to my angry rejoinder that I am sick of having the buck passed in terms of my did not help matters, either.
The average Powell type of my age has seen enough abuse and mistreatment that it becomes impossible for me to believe that I could possibly be the only one who is living with PTSD symptoms. So talking to one as if they owe you something, especially when they know they do not, is a profoundly stupid idea.
In fact, given the correlation between being a Powell type and being a recipient of abuse, a better way to put it is to say that everyone wants to dance on the victim’s head, but nobody wants to pay the victim for the fun the attacker has had.
Powell types do not owe you anything. In fact, if you have had a nice pleasant ride through the schooling system, especially one that involves having chuckles at the expense of others, or similar journeys through similar things, it is quite likely that you owe at least one Powell type something. Probably even a lot.
- That saying about how assumption is the mother of all fukk-ups applies doubly to affairs that involve Powell types
The number of times when I have had my life made (in some cases profoundly) more difficult by people I have mistakenly trusted making assumptions about what I need or want could fill up a document by itself.
And on that note, I am going to call a close on this essay. I hope that it has been at least somewhat enlightening to someone out there in the great void. If not, go to hell.