Good evening, curebies. I would like to talk to you about a recent event. It seems that within the last day or three, actress Daryl Hannah has outed herself as being on the autistic spectrum. This actually surprises me quite a bit, as being in front of the camera is not exactly a profession that autistic individuals are traditionally associated with. Behind the camera, sure. In front? Not so much.
But we could be here all day discussing the irony. Hannah, you see, is one of the numerous actors in Blade Runner whose role in that film so without intent or consideration captures a specific part of the autistic population that it does not merely refute the Rain Man stereotype, but smashes it to bits.
In the above image, there are two characters who bear a strong resemblance to autistic adults of different types. Daryl Hannah is the one on the right. In the film, she is described at briefing to one character as being a physical A+ type, but a mental B or C (I forget which). So when one hears her not only quoting Rene Descartes but in the proper way to use the statement (“I think, Sebastian, therefore I am”), it is jarring, to put it mildly.
(The other character in this frame who resembles an autistic adult is J.F. Sebastian, a genetic designer who “builds” himself friends to keep himself amused. An example of which is in the extreme right of the frame. Keen eyes might also recognise William Sanderson from the HBO series True Blood.)
The Daily Mail, a publication from the United Kingdom that has made the move to online, printed an article based around Hannah‘s coming out. And allowed the comments section to stay open. Like flies to shit, the normies and curebies came out in force, trying to either vigorously deny that Hannah could possibly be autistic or to minimise what she could be going through as an autistic adult. Yes, just in case you forgot, the world has morons in it who think being autistic is a competition, and if you are capable of tying your own shoes without shitting yourself, you are not autistic enough to count.
I think my feelings about that phenonema can be summed up in this image I posted on my Fudgebook account late last year:
The text reads as follows:
My name is Dean McIntosh. I am 34 years old. I am autistic. I took this photograph myself, using my camera that I painstakingly selected and outfitted with an attention to detail that normies like you mock and have abused me for.
You refused to acknowledge I exist. You refuse me my idols, whilst automatically assigning me murderers, rapists, and thieves.
I am Dean McIntosh. I am an autistic adult, and I hate you. If you are still wondering why, maybe you are the one that our world could do without.
The emphasis, I have added, because the text emphasised sums up this situation very nicely. Apparently, the whole idea that Hannah could find the rampant abuse of autistic individuals that is mentioned every day in the media unconscionable and therefore worthy of challenge is a shock to these people. The idea that in a world where black men can become President and teenagers can invent new devices that are resource-friendlier is apparently perfectly easy to digest. A woman who at one point appeared in one of the greatest films ever made being autistic, however. Oh no, that cannot possibly be! Abomination, et cetera.
Not having met Miss Hannah myself, I cannot personally comment on her statements other than to address the denialists who are trying to refute or minimalise her statements without any credentials whatsoever.
And to those people, I have a question. Who the fukk do you think you are? For decades now, we autistic folk have had to endure all manner of people from Ronald Bass to Autism Speaks For Normie Assholes literally selling our murders. That is, devaluing our lives to the point where people seem to think it is perfectly okay to murder us solely for being something we were given no choice in. But the second a celebrity comes forward to try and bring some balance into this, to say something positive about being autistic, you have to jump in and tell us all how ashamed we should be to be us.
But when someone shoots a bunch of children in a (“special needs”, might I remind you) school, oh, he was so obviously autistic!
As the image text says, you refuse me my idols and automatically assign me murderers. Every day, I yell at passives that you lot deserve all kinds of nasty brutality and they plead at me to be passive and gentle and Rain Man-y.
Thank you yet again, normies, for proving me right.