No, your apology is not accepted, Jo(k)e.

Well, I guess things have improved somewhat since I was in my twenties, since the outrage directed at Joe Scarborough prompted him to make what he regards as an apology. But for the many terrified autistic Children Of The ’80s and Powell types who are already afraid to even talk to people because of his original spew of rubbish, this would not even be good enough if it were a sincere apology.

A dozen things that a Powell type autistic adult wishes you grokked

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.