My mother gave me all the available vaccines. And no, that’s not why I am autistic. Now that we’ve got that out of the way, let’s talk reason. Now there are outbreaks all over Europe and the United States thanks to people not vaccinating their children. And I wonder if they are blaming the autistic people like me for it. I mean, after all, most of the people not vaccinating their children blame their children’s autism on it. So, even if I am not blamed outright, I wonder if I am blamed in secret.
I guess I wonder if I am paranoid, because so many people want to see me “Cured,” aka essentially destroyed.
I know my last post might have been offensive. I just hope it did not drive everyone away.
Just so you know, the last post is in no way an endorsement of Jenny McCarthy, the Queen of the Antivaxxers / Vaccine Blamers. I do not support or endorse her opinion. What I meant to say in my last post was that she was similar to the flat earthers, who have ignorant answers to support a ignorant notion, such as a flat earth or blaming vaccines for autism. I guess they have to learn they are wrong the hard way.
I never supported willful ignorance.
Now, I must admit something: I did go and watch The Masked Singer. Yes, the one with Jenny McCarthy as a judge. No, I do not think she’s the brightest crayon in the box. She did not even get the unmasked person right. I only wanted to see what the Twitter-fueled craziness was about. Honestly, it did involve me a little, but it did not seem too engaging. Honestly, I only enjoyed the Monster and the Peacock. Ask me privately if you want to continue further. I’m at email@example.com if you’re interested.
But this brings up a key issue for us autistic people in general: people will disagree with us, even in the face of cold hard facts. It’s kind of like flat earthers’ stubbornness into seeing whether the earth is flat or round, even though they accept the fact that Mars is round, because they see it with their own eyes. They will always have an answer for whatever facts you can have. For instance, the sun, according to them, is about the same size as the moon. Also, Antarctica is a wall that surrounds the earth. Why am I sputtering this nonsense? To remind you that ignorance is a choice, and some people will put their fingers in their ears and scream “LA LA LA LA LA….” to avoid being wrong and found out.
This is very sad to say, but sometimes, you, the autistic in the know, must smile and grit your teeth, knowing that there are people who think things different from you. That does not make them right and you wrong. When the facts are revealed, they will get their just desserts.
Why, yes, Karen, they can. While it’s not necessary for an autistic person to prove themselves this way, it’s a good skill to know.
I did not know if I could change a tire without help. Sure, I would start, but somebody (usually a man) would always help. While I appreciate the chivalry, it does not help in the knowledge department. Anyway, as of 6:15 this evening, I learned I could. From fixing the jack (took 2 tries), unscrewing the lug nuts, taking off the flat tire, putting the spare tire on, and reapplying the lug nuts… it was not too hard.
You want to know what the hardest part was? Not the lug nuts. It was aligning the spare on the axle. But of course, it was getting dark, so maybe it is usually not as hard as it would have been in the daytime.
Sometimes you’ve got to toot your own horn.
Not much to be said here, except this:
The ideal American woman has a Body Mass Index – BMI – of 16.
The maximum anorexic BMI is: 17.5.
A healthy BMI is this: 18.5-24.
Now, is it any wonder we have such a screwed-up mentality about weight and beauty? We’re all striving for anorexia!
This is why I reject the American beauty ideal: It’s medically unhealthy.
I recently came across an argument – people getting weighted blankets to help them with sleep was a form of cultural appropriation. I was wondering: is this true?
I’ve never really considered this argument. But you can make a case for both sides.
First, that weighted blankets at Target is disability cultural appropriation. I can see the argument simply because disability aids and fidget toys, such as fidget spinners, became a fad. (Remember those? I still have mine.) They only became popular when abled people took them up. You could make the case for weighted blankets undergoing the same abled person pickup. It literally took the abled people taking up weighted blanket for them to even show up at Target – and they still do not come in queen size for my bed! What a shame that it takes the abled people to pick something up to become available for people who cannot make the something. That’s the textbook definition of ableism.
The argument against abled people taking up weighted blankets as cultural appropriation is another side. Basically, that something once used for autism, anxiety, and other disabling conditions is now used by abled people might just be natural because abled people see the aid can help them, too.
I see nothing beyond the above for these arguments, but I am disturbed by that fact that disabled people are not allowed to take control of their narrative the way other marginalized cultures do. We still need to pitch our disability aids to abled people to be able to even get them. Fidget spinners, fidget toys and weighted blankets are prime examples of this. Most abled people cannot see past the ends of their noses when it comes to us.
The sad thing is, my mother does not even know about the weighted blanket, so I do not have one.
Now, put down your torches and pitchforks. I am not here to make you choose between Marvel or DC comics. This is not a versus post. To be honest, I am surprised that no one will observe or admit that this is even a thing. I find it proof of the old adage “Great minds think alike,” but if you’re itching for a fight, go down to the local bar and have a drunken brawl, and LEAVE ME ALONE.
If we are going to be civilized, I would like to point out that there are many similarities between Iron Man and Batman, which I have laid out in this chart:
|Batman ||Iron Man |
|Born into family of rich industrialists||Born into family of rich industrialists |
|Parents killed ||Parents killed by the Winter Soldier (under brainwashing) |
|Uses a powerful suit filled and gadgets ||Uses a powerful suit filled with gadgets |
|Part of a team of superheroes ||Part of a team of superheroes |
|Industrial Genius ||Industrial/Technical Genius |
|Intense Fight with Superman ||Intense Fight with Captain America and Winter Soldier |
Now the question is begged: How would this play out? Honestly, it could go one of three ways: One, it could end up in an intense techno-fistfight a la intense fights with previous superheroes, which leads to the destruction of both men’s inventories. Two, it could bring about a bonding over shared experiences. The most likely scenario, though, is a combination of both. What I mean is, there is potential for a large fistfight with, just before the destruction, others intervene, like Superman or Doctor Strange, for instance, revealing the good in both…and eventual bonding and fight against who or what led them to clash in the same dimension in the first place. That is how comics tend to go nowadays.