Selma Blair: More Gracious than Me

I’m noticing something on Twitter concerning Selma Blair and her fabulous Vanity Fair Oscar Party appearance. Many people tend to use certain words describing her and her MS revelation: Courageous. Brave. Tragic. Inspiring. All words which are highlights of ableism.  

She seems to be handling it better than I would.  

Unfortunately, I am often a ball of outrage and anger, especially when it comes to ableism. That’s all I’m saying about me.  

Let’s get back to Ms. Blair, shall we? I heard her say to another (cameras caught this), “It took a lot to get here.” So, she has limited spoons and probably used them all up in those days? Well, I appreciate her efforts, especially when she came out looking like she did. Personally, I think the whole ensemble, including the cane, made her look regal.  

And I would like to applaud her for her interview with Robin Roberts. It is rare that people give an interview when they have trouble speaking. It is a possible effect of the MS. (I learned a little of the symptoms some years ago when Montel WIlliams revealed his own diagnosis.) Her vulnerability showed her strength. It’s hard for me not to describe this in an ableist manner, for that’s what I’ve absorbed from society. What I mean is, when you have a disability, you live with the disability, and it’s a part of you. You will most likely be fine with it, as I have learned among us fellow disabled.  

Most people cannot find an example of living with a disability or condition, of a world that will not adapt to you, but I have. I remember, back in California, a small section of Santa Ana where everything is in Spanish. (Spanish speakers are here. Get over it.) I have had trouble learning Spanish, so spending time there was strange and uncomfortable, but it opened my mind. It made me realize that for many people, middle America is a strange and uncomfortable place. For the autistic, for those with chronic conditions, for those with skeletal dysplasia (dwarfism for the uninitiated), for those who speak a different language, for persons of color…even for women. Maybe even for you, middle America is a strange and uncomfortable place.  

I just wish that people would try and see the whole person, and not just fixate on the cane. It’s kind of like focusing on one little hand or arm when there is a whole person to look at. That is what creates the stigma surrounding disabilities. That is what makes the disabled feel unseen and marginalized.  

So, I’m pretty sure Selma Blair is resting now, as much as a mother can. I think she deserves it. Take care of yourself, Ms. Blair. You’ve done a lot for your causes recently.

Quickshot: Turpentine to Cure Autism?

I just came across another quack so-called cure for autism: turpentine. I am not making this up. I have one thing to say to those people: 


Let me remind you that turpentine is used as a paint thinner, and is harmful to the human body. Do you really hate your children that much? That you want to slowly kill them?  

My mother said using turpentine to cure autism is “sick.” She actually used that word.  

Why Fight the Label?

Well, a few things came up. The first was this picture. 

Here are a few others you might be familiar with:  

Freak, Nerd and Rape Victim 

Yes, even Rape Victim. Every autistic woman I know has been raped at one time or another, even myself. My own experience is in the gray area, because I only consented to avoid saying I was raped. But on to the point: Your child will get a LABEL anyway. Make sure it’s a label that actually gets help.  

Another was the latest episode of Mom. It’s February 21, 2019. The title character on Mom (Bonnie Plunkett) learned she had ADD. And she’s in her sixties. And she’s fighting being sober from various drugs (and alcohol; I lump it in among the others). She had said her life was harder without the diagnosis. I must say, my life was hard, but living without a label, a diagnosis, is harder. And why do you want that for your child?  


I’m sure you know by now that there is a play that makes the one autistic character a puppet. That is problematic. Let me explain: Turning the one different character into a puppet only makes them not human. It gives the play a sense that there is an alien among them. And, since that alien is autistic, I am an alien too. Of course, now the United States lock aliens in cages.  

Some people say this is like Julia from Sesame Street. However, I disagree. On Sesame Street, puppets and monsters living there are a way of life. They are treated with the same respect that any human is. Coming back to Julia, she was given an introductory episode with all her traits outside. Most Sesame Street characters appear through various points in the show, and are treated as regulars.  

Of course, maybe they tried to avoid casting an autistic actor, or a non-autistic actor in an autistic role. I’ve got a request: Let’s do better. If you can’t find an autistic boy to play the role, find an autistic girl. If the role is “too adult,” get an adult autistic actor to play the child. No offense to the play producers, but making a person a puppet to stand them out is wrong. It dehumanizes them.  

Valentine’s Day 2019: End of the Day

I figured out why I was so moody and cranky earlier today. I’m not doing well physically. Shortly after I finished my earlier reporting, I got a strong headache and had to lay down for the morning. Fortunately, I cold cook breakfast and walk the dog as usual a little later on. Eventually, my mother and I went out and enjoyed a good steak dinner. So, any argument against the mind-body connection? It will make you look like a flat earther to me.  

Valentine’s Day 2019: The Beginning of the Day

For some reason, Valentine’s Day is hitting me hard this year. Yes, I’m single, but it has not bothered me before.  I remember last year that my dog was my Valentine. I think he will be that again this year. Fortunately, I think some strategies will help me get through it this year: 

  1. Medicines: I will take my medicines, thank you, and move on.
  2. Bask in Others’ Love: This has helped me before.
  3. No Alcohol: People have used alcohol to cope with singlehood and loneliness before, but in my case, I fear I will take it much too far. Besides, I need to deal with my feelings head on.
  4. Don’t Believe the Hype: I wonder how many people will end up sleeping on the couch due to a fight tonight? A day for romance can take place at any time of the year.  

Hopefully, these stratagems will help. I will report the results later on.  

Inventors: Why We Don’t Need a White History Month

Let’s talk about some inventors. Here are a few names: 

Thomas Edison. 

Nikola Tesla. 

Elon Musk. 

Garrett A. Morgan. 

The first three were white. The last one was black. 

So, what did Garrett A. Morgan invent that would put him in the company of the likes of Thomas Edison? HINT: you look at it every time you stop at an intersection. 

Still confused? 

Mr. Morgan gave the traffic light the yellow light, as a “warning” position to prevent accidents. (Many people use this light to gun it out of the intersection, though.) He also discovered hair straightener and a type of smoke hood for rescue workers. I also think it’s funny that he needs Black History Month to be remembered. I dislike that fact entirely.  

Funny, I bet you that Thomas Edison, Nikola Tesla and Elon Musk do not need a White History Month to be remembered. You more than likely know these guys’ names by heart. But not Garrett Morgan.  

One final note: Have you noticed that February, aka Black History Month, is THE SHORTEST MONTH OF THE YEAR? I have. This fact notes the racism behind assigning months.    

My point is, when people remember inventor Garrett Morgan, the inventor of the current traffic light, as much as we remember Thomas Edison and Nikola Tesla, then we can talk about having a White History Month, or getting rid of History Months.

So, come on, quit your whining about not having a White History Month because you don’t need one.