Two things. One, it is not okay to sympathise with a person who almost killed her child, no matter what the circumstances are. Two, “not everyone is as high-functioning as you” is like saying “not everyone is as white as you” or “not everyone is as literate as you”. It is a total non-sequitor. A woman tried to kill her autistic child. No amount of attempting to demonise that child will ever make that woman a hero, regardless of what normies think.
But let us take this one step at a time.
Claims have been circulating like wind that Issi Stapleton was violent to her mother. So what? First of all, Issi Stapleton was being ported (against her will if my experiences and instincts are to be trusted) to a centre that was abusing her. ABA is not therapy. It is abuse. Trying to force people into adopting patterns of behaviour that have no credible purpose other than bringing comfort to a very normalistic and, to be blunt, idiotic parent is abuse.
Recently, in comments about same, I have stated that it seems too many people have not seen the 1962 film To Kill A Mockingbird. In it, Atticus Finch (Gregory Peck) has what is sadly still a far too unique approach with his children. When Scout (Mary Badham) gets into a fistfight at school over a war of words, Atticus does not force her to stare at a wall for half an hour or slap her over the arse with one of his hands. No, he does something that far too few parents both then and now are willing to even attempt. He sits and reasons with Scout about why such violent behaviour is not acceptable.
That Scout and her elder brother, Jem (Phillip Alford) are high in the running for the best-spoken and bravest children in the town, if not the whole state and country, speaks volumes about how much more effective Atticus is as a parent than any I care to name.
And please do not give me any bullshit about how Scout and Jem were not autistic children. The Finch family might only look autistic compared to the rest of the village that they inhabit. The gap between Atticus’ IQ and that of most of the rest of the town could be measured in three digits. Yet Atticus exercises the patience of a saint not only with his children but also the rest of the townsfolk. Even the ones who spit in his face.
When I hear normies repeat “you only get out what you put in” or “you only get what you give” as if it absolves them from all of the consequences of abusing another person, it makes me sick. The statement about how what you do to a person is reflected in what they do to you is not only proven statistically, but has been so for years. Children who witness their mothers being beaten by their fathers often (but not always) grow up to be wife-beaters. Children who are beaten themselves often grow up to be aggressive and volatile adults. And to quote the most shameful example of how abuse becomes legacy, investigation has found that an extremely high proportion of child abusers (of all kind) were abused as children themselves.
Videos are surfacing showing Issi Stapleton being subjected to “therapy” that is designed to make her appear less autistic to the outsider eye. There is only one logical explanation for this. Her mother ordered it, and was willing to pay exorbitantly for it. How much is exorbitantly? Well, try eight hundred dollars a day. That is right, a day.
And people piss and moan “oh that poor mother” when she was willing to pay eight hundred dollars a day for someone to help abuse her daughter. Sorry, no sale.
But it is even worse when one of us tries to voice our objections to the lionisation of the mother. Today, in a conversation with a person on World Of Warcraft that I tried to educate, and shall remain nameless for the time being, I got told that not everyone is as high-functioning as me. Oh really, no shit?
This subtitled video by YouTube user silentmiaow states, among other things, that she has been labelled low-functioning in the “not too distant past”. The rest of the video essentially is a statement to the effect that as “low functioning” as she might appear to you, she does not want to be cured of what makes her her either.
In fact, this is the one pervasive theme you can find in all videos made by autistic adults. We are sick of the way this (still anonymous) World Of Warcraft player has chosen to see us. We are sick of the way journals written by normies who seriously think that a person’s life is worth less when they are autistic present both us and the people who aggress against us.
I would also like to point out to people like this that whilst you might cry and moan about the content of my stories (the ones in which, for example, someone chops into a woman’s head and monkeys around just because she was nice to me), I happen to like living in Big Boy Land. That means I might occasionally hear/read/see stories in some form that are not entirely to my liking. The David Cronenberg film Dead Ringers, in which one of the identical twin gynaecologists has gynaecological instruments custom-made that more resemble torture devices in one scene, is a prime example of this.
If it bothers you that damned much that I conclude a story about a circus bear being mistreated until he grows to a gigantic form twice the size of an adult bear of the kind we know to exist today (as exemplified by the above image) and eats everyone in the circus (save for the children anyway), then I honestly could not care less.
But there is a saying that I often repeat, one that has minor traction amongst the autistic. It goes “ignorance is bliss only for the ignorant”. A partial list of the problems that I have due to the way my parental units have treated me as an autistic child goes something like this:
- inability to get dental work done due to severe hyperactive gag reflex
- inability to find stable work due to inability to effectively communicate with potential employers
- inability to sleep in a regular pattern due to Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder symptoms
- inability to maintain healthy Human relationships due to inability to trust and communication difficulties
And these are just the ones I could think up in a five-minute span. And nor will “everyone has problems” wash after you have just told me that I am too “high functioning” to count (a popular curebie ruse that, fortunately, is losing traction as people realise being “high functioning” does not exempt you from PTSD or having been abused). You cannot have it both ways. And there are other problems with that statement to boot:
- Not everyone is being threatened with having a quack doctor strap them down, chop their brain out of their head, and replace it with someone else’s. That, by the way, is what “curing” autism effectively means to us.
- Not everyone has to hear new stories of a child being murdered, abused, or mistreated as a result of being one of their kind on a weekly basis.
- Nor do they have to experience the very real fear that results from those stories. Or hearing people excuse them on spurious grounds.
- Not everyone has people they should be able to trust, specifically immediate family members, abridging their freedom to make decisions for themselves concerning where they live and what course they should follow in addressing challenges.
- Not everyone has to hear stories of their kind being tortured by psychological and/or physical means (including burn-causing electrocution) in facilities that have state approval.
- Not everyone has to live in the fear that all of the above, and worse, might one day be done to them with the approval and carte blanche of the state they live in.
So until you can tell me you have problems that even sit in the same ballpark as this, kindly shut the fukk up.
People on the autistic spectrum have a right to feel safe. Not just from their immediate families, but from every other member of the entire world. People like you are denying us that freedom through failure to understand that being a mother does not exempt you from being judged for what some would consider to be the most reprehensible acts presently occurring in the Human world.
The stories I have written all have a very pervasive theme, in which the “good”, “nice”, “right-thinking” people that (almost) every other story out there seems to want to kiss the arse of are shown for what they really are. If it really bothers you so much that I (and others) write them, you have one recourse open to you, and I would like to emphasise only one:
Quit aiding the effort on the parts of others to keep these stories relevant.