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.

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.

Living with diabetes, a reflection

Around this time in 1988, I started to get really, really sick. So sick that I lost a substantial portion of my bodyweight, was thirsty enough to empty a double-doorway refrigerator of all its liquids, and spend substantial portions of days feeling so listless that I was practically sleepwalking. Then, on my mother’s birthday that year, I was taken to a general practitioner who listened to a brief rundown of my symptoms, tested my blood and my urine, and told me plainly that I had developed diabetes.

Emotion, in general

I think it is a bit redundant, but I will say it here anyway. I think all Human beings, regardless of their variances, have some form of set point that they get used to or find comfort in, and will do anything to get back to. This is especially the case for autistic people, emotionally ill people, or people who fit both descriptions.

Yes, it is a first world problem. Do not like me wanting to do something about it? Then how about a first world fukk off?

One of the joys of writing for an audience where anyone can just come in off the street and jump in part of the way through the “conversation”, so to speak, is that you often get a lot of wastes of brain cells who have a very serious lack of ability to read between the lines. Maybe I should have spelled out in very small words that much of one night was spent trying to gently, slowly, and rationally explore options before taking more drastic measures. But really, if you need such things explained to you that thoroughly, I would suggest going back to reading Harry Potty books and leaving us grown-ups in peace.