I make no secret of this. I read other people’s online journals. I read them a lot at times. Not because I want to research “the competition” or because the “everything online” crowd says that is what I have to do. No. The main reason is because in spite of how difficult certain neurological quirks that have never been investigated make it, I like to read. I have learned more, especially as a child, by reading well-written writings than from thousands of hours of teacher effort. But the primary reason I read online journals is pretty funny: they are my primary source of news concerning the struggle to make the world at large understand that we, the autistic, are people, too. Continue Reading
I do not know what it is about norms and normies that makes it necessary for people like myself or Lydia Brown to write about it multiple times, but here it is again: calling me [insert word here] “with autism” is wrong. Not just wrong in the sense that I do not like it. It is wrong in the same sense that putting one’s fingers or penis into a child’s anal passage is wrong. Continue Reading
Well, I just got my hands on a trial version of MarsEdit for my MacBook, to see whether it is worth investing the forty dollars to procure a licensed version. I already have been trying out a later version on my new desktop computer, but my MacBook is still stuck on version 10.5.whatever of OS X, so a previous version (2.4.4) of MarsEdit was needed to use it on my MacBook. Now that I have that out of the way, I am going to return to the previous track of my thoughts. Specifically, that all forms of our media, electronic and otherwise, need changes in both organisation and law if they are to benefit us all in the coming future. Continue Reading
Lydia Brown, the author of the Autistic Hoya journal, recently published a photo on Fudgebook. This, in itself, is unremarkable, of course. People post photographs on their Fudgebook pages all of the time. But what makes this particular photograph worth noting is the content. In the photograph, both arms are crossed at angles across her torso. On the upper arm is a message in Arabic. On the lower is a message in English. According to Lydia, both have the same meaning. Being that I do not speak Arabic, I can only take her word for it. Whilst I have only been reading her work for a handful of weeks, I have yet to encounter any evidence of dishonesty being in her nature. But all waffling aside, the English version of the message reads “I don’t understand how many people can hate”.
So, I got to thinking after WordPress had repeatedly warned me that I was approaching a hundred posts. And I think I have been thinking about this in some manner or other since the very day I stopped failing at starting a site (I will write more about this shortly) and actually started one. I needed to write a statement of the reasons and purpose that lie behind this site. Please do not take this as an expression of endorsement of the man, but Adolf Hitler did, after all, have statements of intent and purpose like Mein Kampf. Fear not, though. I have (partly) read Mein Kampf. Whilst both Adolf and I might come across as rambling lunatics a lot of the time, at least I paid attention when a teacher “teaching” me how to write in abstract form within my own language tried to teach me that making complete sense was a requirement. Continue Reading