July is an odd part of the year from my perspective. My mother was born in the last week of it, and I was diagnosed with diabetes exactly thirty years to that day. I have already resolved that if my dream of being in the Human trials for a cure for diabetes comes true, I will ask them to do that procedure on my mother’s birthday. She will “get it”. Continue Reading
It seems no matter where one goes or where one looks, you can always find some jackass who thinks that what they think overrides the view of the autistic, even when they are not remotely autistic themselves. Call me narrow-minded, but I am struggling to even understand how such a belief works. Continue Reading
I am autistic. I have diabetes, and I have had diabetes for nearly as long as I have been autistic (in other words, I have had diabetes for the majority of my lifetime). I have cancer, and have been affected by cancer for significant periods of time. Now, alarm bells might go off when I associate all three of these things, but there is a reason I am linking them in this writing. This reason should be carefully considered by readers.
A warning for readers who might be weak of stomach: in the text below the link, I have included images of what I will refer to here as “medical doom”. These show parts of people including myself after a visible part of their person has fallen victim to the actual diseases mentioned in the title, or complications thereof. They are very hardcore. If you feel upset at the mere sight of the faked deaths in Hollywood films, then for fukk’s sake, disable images in your web browser before reading the text below. However, these images might also help you grok what I am trying to tell you. Continue Reading
A little while ago, I posted an extended commentary concerning Leah Jane‘s response to a “geek culture” display of hypocrisy. The original image is available everywhere, so I am not going to bother linking it. Whilst there are issues with Leah Jane‘s response, the basic fact of the matter is that the people going around like morons telling us all that they are “geeks” when they have never bitten the head off a chicken and swallowed it (look up “geek show” on the Wikipedia) are hypocrites to the Nth degree. Continue Reading
I have two very specific and very unhappy memories relating to the time when I was told that the reason I was having so much difficulty in life was because I am autistic. Number one, I was told before the diagnosis and immediate plan was laid out that things would improve from this point. Very specifically, I was told, I might add. So the fact that the Commonwealth Rehabilitation Service worker who made this promise to me has not been severely disciplined for making promises she had no intention of acting or following upon makes me angry. Continue Reading
Note: the following is an outpouring of rage at a person who has caused this author nothing but pain during his life. That the person in person happens to be a masculine parental entity is beside the point. It is extremely nasty, to the point where murder sounds like a logical outcome of the conversation these statements would form part of. Do not clink on the full link if you are not a hundred percent sure you can handle it.
A number of times, I have used the words “Powell Aspie” or “Powell type” in this journal. The fact that there are all so many different kinds of autistic adults with different quirks and personality traits is something that we could write encyclopedias about. But trying to write explanations of what different types of anything are is a tedious endeavour with little in the way of returns. So instead, I will do what I am actually good at. Focusing on what I am or why. Continue Reading
As I write this, I realise that in a space of approximately two months, I have written about a hundred posts, each averaging around two thousand words. Continue Reading