This is the last message my friend shared with the world. On Sunday, the 24th of March, she posted this picture.
Someone, somewhere, latched on to the concept that Autistic people are super-good at some things and someone else’s speculation that Autism may be a step up on the so-called evolutionary ladder.
So the white male hero gets to be the asshole that the writers wish they could be, solve all the problems, and save the day. Every week.
More often than not, the Autism label is slapped on as an afterthought.
Economically speaking, me and mine are doing… okay. Okay is fine. But it’s not comfortable.
I’m Autistic, but not Autistic enough to show up on anyone’s radar. I’m stealth-Autistic. And worse, I did public school in the 70’s and 80’s. A way more barbaric time. At least as far as treatment of the Different were concerned.
If you’ve seen a lot of older movies, especially after they allowed the Pencil Skirt onto the screen, you’ll know the shot.
I’m a writer. I’m a natural recluse. I would much rather be hiding in my little safety zone and I don’t like sharing too much of my life and personal details. Plus… I’m a fogey. I’m not used to having my phone out and tweeting about things. I don’t like to brag. Unlike a certain…… Continue reading How do I social?