Has anyone ever told you not to open your mouth, lest you remove all doubt that you are a fool? No? Let me be the first.

On page 256 of my e-copy of the Stephen King novella collection Four Past Midnight begins a scene that sidles up to the boundaries of good taste, and in my opinion smashes those boundaries over the head with a hammer before having its way with them. I will quote two things from it in order to frame what I wish to say here.

How you do not talk to an autistic adult. (Again.)

Let us get this out of the way first: compared to when it started, I am adding things to this journal at a very slow pace, and I do not anticipate that changing any time soon. Part of the reason has to do with simple loss of morale. Some of it has to do with feelings of exclusion from the mainstream “autistic community”. But much of it has to do with a simple feeling of it not being worth the effort.

Open letter to parental units.

Recently, I had occasion to comment on a story about one politician looking to make a name for himself by using Avonte Oquendo‘s name to push for Track The Autie laws.

Struggle for stillness I do, am I ergo.

When I read this post from someone else’s journal, I was struck by the awesome amount of negative reaction I felt in the back of my head. I do not know this author from Adam/Eve, so I am not going to comment about their journal, nor am I going to direct about the post directly. The reason it is linked here is so the discussion may be framed properly.

What do you really expect me to say?

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.

Hate crimes against the autistic. Why they should be prosecuted.

Very recently, it came to my attention that some very big, brave person delivered an anonymous letter to the mother of an autistic child. This letter spared no effort in stating to said mother that the author wanted her to either move or euthanise her child.

I want to kill you.

I am going to just dispense will all of the pretense for now and say something that has been coming to my mind a lot lately. Normies all over the world of any race, creed, or idiocy, note this well. I want to kill you. All of you. Without fear or favour.