I hate people.

The title of this essay should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me or knows what I have been through thus far. I hate mean old stupid ignorant people.

Some closing thoughts for the month.

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”.

Okay, time to say something unpleasant. Whose view means more?

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.

Another look at something someone else wrote

Whilst going through links on the Autism Blogs Directory, I went back to the Radical Neurodivergence Speaking journal once again. You sort of have to be in the right mood for this particular journal, because as I have said on my small page of links to things I think people should look at, that author frequently looks at where I am at in terms of asserting my rights, and picks up the pace from there. (Metaphorically speaking, I mean. I am not even convinced that he reads my work.)

Doom metal, Robert Heinlein, the Internet, a musing, and a reflection

In 1961, the Putnam Publishing Group published what has since been regarded by many as Robert Anson Heinlein‘s masterpiece. And amongst his work, this is saying quite a lot.