Read this article. Three paragraphs in, the author slurs autistic people twice in just one sentence. This sentence being
He suffered a severe form of autism and was unable to communicate verbally.
But really, you can cut this down to
He suffered a severe form of autism
And it is two slurs in just seven words. Now, before the jump, I am going to warn in advance. I have not one fukking thing to say about Avonte Oquendo. I am sure his family is suffering terribly, but this is completely irrelevant to what I have to say.
I am thirty-five years old. That means I have been legally an adult for seventeen years, and legally able to get at least part-time employment for two decades. I have been unemployed for the majority of those times, by quite some margin. I have been unemployed because the communicative difficulties I can sum up as “I do not speak normie” have been used against me.
My being unemployed did not have a thing to do with being autistic. It had to do with potential employers looking at me, listening to the awkward and unsure manner in which I tried to explain myself, and deciding I was not worthy to join the august ranks of the employed.
It had nothing to do with the fact that I am autistic.
During my childhood, I was quite severely abused on numerous levels. My parental units paid no mind to the fact that I am my own person and thus failed to see any demarcation between my space and their space. They thought it was all their space, and thus they were free to cross into it any time they pleased. This included circling around me, pushing their hands into the waistband of a pair of pants I was trying on, to see if it fit.
And this is just one of many examples.
I feel shivers, like there are worms of shit crawling in my skin, whenever I see or hear my male parental unit. Even if he is muffled. I probably would feel it even if he were screaming because I cut one of his limbs off.
This has everything to do with the fact that my parental units see not me but a piece of property they think they own, or fail to see the difference between my space and theirs, and nothing to do with my being autistic.
I have, both in fiction and matter-of-factually, described symptom-like experiences in which I see the “ghost” of ten year old me running alongside me, trying to pull me away, screaming at me that we do not want to go into this place. Where is this terrible place that the ghost of ten year old me does not want me to go? Well, I am glad you asked me that question, normie.
It is a fukking school. Not any particular school, just any school on the face of Earth, or any building that looks like one.
I also know of a teacher named David Shuster who I have openly declared, both in this journal and everywhere else, that I would go back in time and vote for Hitler to prevent the existence of. This is a semi-joke, by the way. The A.C. song I Went Back In Time And Voted For Hitler is the basis, but I can assure you that the hatred of David Shuster that prompts semi-serious jokes like that is all me.
I would kill your grandchildren for being related to you, David Shuster, and you yourself are responsible for that.
You see, when I was at school, my compulsive behaviours and reactions to the manner in which schooling was delivered and treated as if chosen. This has had predictable consequences, ones that make me want to hit people with bats when they raise their voices at their children.
By the way, David Shuster, after seeing this little article about embryonic sex selection being approved to prevent autism (an act that meets the definition of genocide), yes I do feel pretty hard done by. And so you will if I ever knowingly find you.
This is not because I am autistic. It is because people in the education system, with the consent of the aforementioned parental piece of shit units, chose to treat me badly on the basis of my being autistic.
CBS New York, describing an autistic person as “suffers from autism” is a slur, and a vile one at that. Not one person in the world can show any evidence of suffering that is directly caused by being autistic, but the autistic people of the world can show a plentitude of evidence that being autistic can cause others to enact behaviour that results in suffering on the part of the autistic person. See the distinction?
Nor is there any such thing as “severe” or “mild” autism. When I reveal to people that I am autistic, I get expressions of surprise or disbelief. Constantly. And that is from regular ordinary folk I am talking to. One so-called doctor even slurred me by asking, and I quote, “So what makes you think you have autism?”.
Given all of the things I have typed above about having been abused and bullied throughout my life, this begs a very interesting question. How does being “mildly” autistic (your wording, remember) guarantee that I will not be abused for being autistic?
The answer, drawn from my life experience, is simple. It does not. In fact, being autistic but “functional” enough to not shit yourself or scream and hit yourself at the mere sight of steaming water was, and apparently still is, a practical guarantee that you will be abused.
And nor is there anywhere for “mildly” autistic people to turn when they are abused. Mental health services pass the back to social services, and vice versa, until the autistic adult just gives up and wants to shoot themselves. I have in the past told a social worker in front of parental units with autistic children that the present generation of autistic adults should refer to themselves as The Forgotten.
CBS New York, your description of Avonte Oquendo is utterly unacceptable. If you were based in Australia, and Australian law protected me as well as it does normies, I would be suing you right now for what I would term a neurotype or neurotypical slur. Today’s world is an exceptionally frightening one to be autistic in, and you have made that worse for me.
I Still Find It So Hard... 
To be ‘autistic’ is ( in the eyes of Normals):
1) one has the incompetence of an ‘animal’;
2) one has the coldness of a ‘machine’;
3) the evil of ‘the enemy’.
While #1 is applied to Many disabled people, #2 seems to be more or less unique to autist. #3, however – that is ultimately NOT a matter of anything observable, but solely a matter of deep difference, something Normals discern by instinct via ‘brain-wave interference’.
There is no true ‘theory of mind’: what Normals do, using the cover of small-talk or other suitable camouflage, is the following: detect ‘sufficient similarity’ by brain wave ‘matching’; and then, should the accused pass the ‘are you human/like me’ test – then the nature of brain-wave interference gives an idea of relational social rank. Given these two data, instinct automatically presents an appropriate social mask which kisses up or kicks down as needed.
Hence, #3 is a matter of being judged subhuman while looking ‘very’ human; and the more human one is, while one’s brainwaves / instincts declare otherwise – then the more capable one is AS AN ENEMY – and hence, the more one must be hated and destroyed.
I am disturbed at your story of being abused as an autistic child and adult. Your description makes it sound as if any autistic person is immediately shunned as if they were a leper. This is not the case among everyone. It sadly may be the norm, but it is not the guaranteed result for everyone. Treating that thinking as a 100% assumption insults me and every other parent of an Autistic Child. My son has autism. He has a permanent learning disability, and I work for and hope that he will eventually have the writing skills that you have. If he only obtains these skills to tell the world that I am a lousy father and a bad parent, I will still be overjoyed that he has learned to communicate.
Calling someone autistic is not an insult, it is a description of a condition. It is the same as if you were to call me bald, fat, old, or depressed. These descriptions are not flattering, but they are true. I hope that you can come to accept that autism is a description of a condition, not of a person. People who see less than that are not worthy of your time or effort.
“My son has autism”
This is exactly what I am talking about in this article and in others on the subject of language. This separation in words is literally enough to make me react as if I am being threatened with rape. Because in a more horrible sense than a lot of people understand, that is more or less exactly what they are doing.
It is also a bit on the nose to use words like “condition”. This also implies separation, and fails to take into account that a person’s neurology is even more a part of them than their nationality or sexual identity. Without neurology, we are literally nothing.
Now, having said that, it is well worth it to ask yourself why an autistic man who can barely sleep at night because of how he has been treated at prior points of his life would simply believe all parental units and basically anyone who is not autistic to be his unqualified enemy. Because therein lies where your best course of action lies. If it bothers you so much that I would gladly trade all of the non-autistic people in the world for a world where autistic people can thrive and exist without the pervasive threat of mental/neurological rape, then it is well worth it for you to ask how you can make other non-autistic people address that problem.