It seems that my last post must have hit some nerves. I fail to see why (yes, I am being facetious). All I did was point out why a certain stereotype of the autistic that is being promoted by people purporting to represent their interests is not acceptable to me.
Australia, the society that has more disabled people in poverty than any other in percentage terms, is being governed by a religious lunatic. That is the only way you can describe him, after he has asked the opposition party to “repent” of their support of legislation to do something about climate change. This is the problem with religious lunatics. Instead of forming informed opinions and basing their decisions upon those, they decide what they want the facts to be and expect everyone to follow them. Even when the facts that they have decided to be true are as illogical as the idea of curing cancer by eating a kilogram of salt.
No, the true lunacy of the idiot I refer to as Tony Abbath is that he seems to regard it as abhorrent, even offensive, that there be a view of the world that conflicts with his. The people vetting his speeches now probably want to keep it as subtle as possible that he cannot fathom why there would be any white middle-aged men who regard the females in their lives as nothing more than child factories. But historical utterances from his mouth reveal the limits of his consciousness very clearly.
A bit of a while ago now, I wrote about and linked to an article concerning the Monkeysphere. This is an author’s conception of the amount of people the subject is able to conceptualise as Human beings. Tony Abbath has the tiniest Monkeysphere. In his world, there are people who basically reflect his mind back at him. Rich white men who are presently able to insulate themselves from the apparent effects of overpopulation, basically. Everyone else is basically nothing, or less than nothing, to him. When Julia Gillard consented to the beginnings of implementing what is now called DisabilityCare, she did it because she listened to the arguments about the problem and decided that the “lucky country” being more like “hell” to people who live with disabilities was not an acceptable situation. Tony Abbath would just have been another prime minister in my lifetime that decided the disabled can go and pound sand. Over the next six years, there is every likelihood that he will be.
Tony Abbath is unfit to speak for me for the same reason that both Autism Speaks and the mainstream flappy-flap autistic movement are unfit to speak for me. If their conceptions of me met the real me, the mes would all fail to recognise one another. It remains to be seen over the next six years whether Abbath proves more unfit in this respect than his immediate predecessor.
The desire to continue, to keep working, to keep trying, diminishes with every attempt that meets with a response that affirms they have no control over their own lives. People say that insanity is doing the same thing over and over whilst expecting a different result. But what happens when a person has no choice in what they do except that one thing, over and over? To be stuck in an endless loop of repetitive motions, in spite of being told that expecting different is madness, is like torture. An insane gamekeeper keeps telling one over and over that one is out of their mind but they do not have any option other than this endless recycling that they did not elect in the first place.
Everywhere I have gone in the past ten years, I have been desperate. Desperate for a way out of the situation I am in. Desperate to find somewhere where I can have a definition of me that serves me, instead of shutting me in a cage, as people like those proclaiming themselves to be family would do. Looking back over my life to date, I can now see the pattern, even though it has eluded me until this day. I am sometimes slow to see things, even when they are in plain sight. When they contradict what I think I know of the world, they are even harder to see.
We are all told from the time we are born that the love of family, the love of members of our family, is the only truly unconditional love we will ever have. But if the statistics I know of are true, half of all children in America are victims of abuse and/or neglect, an observation that is reflected in other English-speaking societies, too. To say that one can rely on a family to help them in a hundred percent of cases is not merely naïve. It is plain insulting to folk like myself. Folk who look back and realise, remembering half of their expected lifetime gone by, that if family units confer what people call unconditional love, then any kind of love is like the poisons that nature concocts.
The biggest problem with the mainstream autistic movement as it presently exists is that they seem to think their experience of life is universal. Even as they protest the highly unlawful and reprehensible behaviour of parental units who abuse and try to kill their children, the movement fails to acknowledge that they might have to speak with individuals who have survived such things. It is as if they have a blind spot with people who are speaking to them, as opposed to being spoken about.
I have seen enough attempts by fringe groups to communicate with others as opposed to being spoken for by others. That experience leads me to the following conclusion. Without some major changes in approach and organisation, the autistic civil rights movement cannot win. It has dug itself so far into a hole not only of having others define its message for it, but also of having others define its adherents for them. In order to win this war, the movement needs to take control of its message, and the image that the rest of the world has of the people who will benefit from its victory.
That means that proclamations that the autism civil rights movement is a “minority” among the autistic, a fringe, must be refuted. The movement must work overtime not only to show that the movement consists of a wide variety of people but also a wide variety of lives. Emphasis on the co-existence of all manner of lives and conditions with being autistic is key. There are people who are veterans and are autistic. There are people who have committed murder, and are autistic. There are people who have saved others from destruction or torment, and are autistic. But to hear it from the “geek culture” (yeah, a “geek culture” where no chicken’s heads are bitten off), autistic people are only found in universities and laboratories, acting like assholes and idiots. That has to change. There are autistic people in the world who have shrapnel in their faces. Even when I disagree with them in a big way, I agree that they deserve to be represented just as much as the stereotype. More so, in fact.
It also means that speech proclaiming the autistic to be damaged goods must be met with reprisal. This means the movement must work overtime to have laws made outlawing hate speech. And there needs to be laws defining hate crimes according to our interests, not normie interests. Promoting the murder of people who are of a specific group on the sole basis of being part of that specific group is a hate crime. Just because the normie courts and normie lawmakers try to tell us it is not does not make us wrong. And in order to be relevant, the mainstream autistic movement needs to start forcefully pointing that out.
The days when a culture consisted solely of individuals who dress, speak, and act alike are over. They pretty much have been over since the 1990s, when people stopped paying attention to the whims of the RIAA/MPAA establishment and started to focus on their own localised area to define themselves. Today, if movements like the autism civil rights, black civil rights, or indeed any civil rights movements could get past the idea of defining itself by a narrow set of people who stand to benefit from its success, so much more could be accomplished. That is what I am talking about in this post’s subject line. The amount of diversity in the way autism is shown to the public with the cooperation or consent of this movement is ninety-eight percent of stuff all.
Letting the autistic movement as it currently exists represent me is folly. Just as asking people who claim to be related to me to speak for me is folly.
The autistic rights movement, the one that has increasingly alienated me over the past ten years, needs to stop with the follies.