As I have been writing other pieces of fiction about one of my proxy characters, the proxy character of a woman he is in love with, and so forth, I have been doing what all good science fiction authors do. That is, I have been thinking about the message of the stories and how it relates to the world that inspired that message. Continue Reading
I will level with you for a moment. I frequently read the online journal of one Lydia Brown for a number of different reasons. But one reason is that I like her and admire her for what she does. She makes me think of what I could be doing if certain things in my life had gone a different way. But to be in agreement with another person when they are writing about aspects of living on the autistic spectrum is very heartening indeed for this burned-out shell. Especially when it is this frequently. Continue Reading
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
It started a matter of weeks ago. I have attempted in every manner I know to make my anger at this known, but Fudgebook makes it virtually impossible to file an actual complaint about the service. Instead, when they alter the interface so that it gives certain people headaches to look at, one is expected to either grin and bear it, or move elsewhere. 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