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.

So what does an autistic adult who really would shoot people have to say about all this?

It is difficult to come up with a clever, brilliant way to preface what I am about to say here. In fact, given the circumstances, it is probably better to not even try. But what I am about to say is one of the most serious things I have ever said, and I honestly believed earlier today (December 18) that hell was going to freeze over before I received the chance to say it.

Illusions of life, celebrity, and society, part whatever of millions

As I believe much of the trimmings make clear, I started this journal with one very specific purpose in mind. To add my voice and perspective to the so-called debate about autism civil rights. I say so-called debate because as any person who pays attention to the proper meanings of words can tell you, debate implies something. It implies that there are two (or more) sides to the argument, and both have a certain amount of demonstrable merit.