It is like this…

I cannot respond to messages and say I am okay. I am not okay. I am not okay in any sense you can imagine. I think that a lot of people in a bad situation desire what I think of as real change. That is, they desire change of the kind where people look at the situation and deem it to be unacceptable, then act accordingly. Every protest of a situation that is not acceptable, from those in favour of Australia’s idiot government extending national health insurance to cover disability to Herschel Feibel Grynszpan‘s shooting of Ernst vom Rath, has that goal.

Thank you, K.

Neurodivergent K, as she prefers to call herself in her online writings (and I intend to respect that preference), recently posted this article concerning why people who have no intention of changing or even acknowledging that they have done wrong solicit forgiveness. This, in itself, would not be remarkable.

Guilt by assocation. How your choice of hero can utterly damn you.

I think it would be fair to say that autistic adults hate curebies and the dishonest things they parade about as scientists. In fact, I would say that is an understatement on a similar level to how many individuals in the Germany of the 1930s hated the Gestapo. But what I want to talk about today is how your choice of person to trumpet the cause of can and will taint you forever.

One month ends, another begins, blah blah blah… by the way, Queensland sucks

As you may have gathered from other posts during this month, June of 2012 was not a good month for me. Well, all bad comes with a certain lining of good, but that is all that the good in this instance really amounts to. A lining. And that good is in the form of making one of the toughest, most painful decisions I have ever had to make.