Thankfully, April is over.

I wonder, at times, exactly what goes on in the minds of curebies, especially when they make a song and dance. In case any of you missed it, curebies decided that April was “autism awareness month”, and have done so for a few years now to my knowledge. Autism civil rights activists have tried to reclaim April, dubbing it “autism acceptance month”. Good for them.

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.

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.

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.

So I consider “Autistic Australian” to be a contradiction in terms. Let us take a look at why.

So on occasions prior to this writing, I have spoken of the world of difference between being autistic, and having skin cancer or diabetes. Or both, if you happen to be in the situation I am in. Maybe the higher spirits of Queensland were watching me when I posted that, because yesterday morning, I got a very unpleasant surprise concerning the skin cancer that is in my face.