Being erased. By other autistic people.

Autism civil rights has a very big problem. Essentially, so-called activists have decided that one culture, one vision, one order, one purpose, speaks for everyone who is autistic. This is wonderful for those of you who really do think Asshole from Big Nerd Blackface Stereotype Theory represents you. But it is an absolute nightmare for the rest of us.

No, I do not love you anymore.

For all of the songs that go on about Summer as if it were a time where sparks shoot out of our arses and we get to piss champagne, I just wish there was one song dealing with the reality of my Summer. My Summer is a painful, crippling place where heat leaves me unable to sleep, exhausted when I am awake, and sweating so much that you could collect it in a bucket.

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Doubtless if you are reading this journal and have any observation skills, you will have already noticed the My Fiction section at the top.

Well, that did not take long.

The “ink” is barely dry on a post in which I compared Jerry Seinfeld to a racially-charged designation of people who are, effectively, traitors to their own kind. I pointed out the history he apparently does not want to talk about of going and promoting our “cure” (read: murder, because that is what it is). I pointed out to all and sundry that instead of saying “welcome, brother”, YOU (that is, passives who presume to speak for all of us) should be saying “in light of your anti-autistic behaviour in the past, you are going to need to prove this”.

Jerry Seinfeld is a narcissistic poseur.

Sometimes, people do things that make me realise just how deep our legs have sunk into the concrete. (Before you click the jump-link, know that I will be using the phrases “house nigger” and “autistic house nigger” a few times towards the end. I do not use these words lightly, but I do ask you to brace yourself and consider their context if you want to scream at me about it when you get done reading.)

Pardon me, I am not celebrating yet.

One of my Fudgebook friends shared a news item. In it, the commercial entity known as Build-A-Bear Workshop announced (apparently to a mailing list) that they were ending their partnership with Autism Speaks For Normie Assholes. Great news by itself. But a wider context must be considered.

More on how you do not talk to an autistic adult.

My mind boggles at times when I attempt to understand the enemy. The best way to summarise the problem is in a statement made by one autistic activist concerning Autism Speaks For Normie Assholes. They refuse to even meet us halfway. In fact, they go so far to insist their way or the highway that this alone can be taken as evidence of the lack of merit in their position.