My opinion on ASD
Autism is a legitimate disability contrary to what some ludite turds think in modern society. Those fools are the same ones who deny all manner of mental health problems, such as depression, bipolar, schizophrenia, etc. as though they were cases of malingering. When I was an ignorant youth brought up by such hateful and stupid people, I thought similarly, but also because I was constantly going through life resolving mental abnormalities of my own as though it was normal.
When I matured into adulthood and set out on my own as independent from my family, I met a lot of people and experienced many different things that enlightened me about the nature of the human being. I did away with that uncharitable upbringing and began learning about life on my own and became totally different from who I was misled to believe I was. I learned about morality, honor, responsibility, and compassion. I experienced reliability and trust through friendship far more than I ever experienced reliability, trust, and compassion through my own family.
Sometimes I recall having an argument with my father when I was a teenager about something involving how I prioritized friendship over most other things in life. He told me something like, “Friends are nothing. They will never be there for you. You cannot rely on friendship. You have to rely on family.” What I think disturbed me so much about that conversation was that it was unprecedented. There was no unhealthy behavior or disobedience or anything like that. He just wanted me to reject friendship as an important part of my life.
Obviously I disagreed and didn’t care what he thought, nor did I change anything about my life. I just ignored him entirely on that comment. What he was saying simply did not make sense, seemed wrong, and was contrary to a higher authority of Christianity which I had been learning about at the time, and that religion is basically all about what friends do for each other as the highest good. That was around the time that I was nearing graduation and was looking ahead to the day I would be able to leave that house behind and no longer have to suffer their stupid rules like an early curfew, or excessive punishment for being a bit late after curfew, or their ridiculous expectations for academic performance.
All that, but none of the good stuff like values that are important or how one could find meaning in life. It was always a totally detached, uninvolved, and figure it out on your own type of thing. As in, this uncircumcised child is not my responsibility because he is not like me and I cannot possibly help him mature as a human being. He is a total stranger, like an alien, and he needs to figure life out on his own. However good that may seem, it is false, because circumcised people are no different from uncircumcised and I am certainly not something fundamentally different than a human being. In any case, parenting like that didn’t cultivate any good will for my parents now that I am an adult because there was so much in life I had to learn that would have been much easier if I had some guidance instead of them purposely ignoring their responsibility as parents. A conversation about circumcision at the very least would have been helpful, but no… I was totally in the dark about how hostile and hateful those people are in their ignorance of human nature.
In any case, friendship is all I can rely on because family has never been supportive, encouraging, or helpful to me. I have never once been able to trust or rely on them for help. Even when I did, those times were twisted into weapons to try and make me indebted to them, which is classic vampirism and easily dismissed by what Anton LeVey writes on the subject to help people who suffer other examples of psychic vampirism like that. That was instinctual to me as truth, but LeVey put it into words that made it very clear what was happening and why it was totally inert for them.
So… getting back on topic, I was always an outsider. Even in my own home. Like an unwanted burden adopted from other people. As a result, I became entirely comfortable needing to understand how to communicate with people who did not accept me. That was a lack of acceptance on the most fundamental level of my being. So, communicating with neighbors, strangers, and classmates who did not accept me was always easier because those relationships don’t require a depth of intimacy that family does and usually do not have that.
As such, I was always an outsider in social groups like that too. Even if I could communicate and participate in groups, I was never accepted the way the others were for various reasons. With the exception of the first group of friends I got to know when I went to go live with my father, who were similarly outcasts like me for various reasons, typically called “nerds” or “geeks” or whatever. Those friends I always did feel welcome with and I always accepted them for themselves, even if I got involved in different activities that ended up with me associating with other football players more often than not. I never rejected them or was rude to those first friends, I just moved elsewhere. Even that changed and I moved again to another group and began to socialize with the Thespians.
They were also accepting of my humanity unconditionally, and I don’t think I ever felt such compassion from friends before or again, but I couldn’t really be accepted all the way into that group because I didn’t have much experience acting or performing drama to really be a Thespian myself. However, that time was the fondest memory of my time in high school, and my last one because I only performed in one play which was in the final semester of my senior year. My role was as “Sir Studley”, and I took a hit from the prince with a rubber chicken, and was permitted to pick up the maidens during the dances and lift them. The prince too for that matter when he went dauntlessly after them through the ballroom and ran into me. I don’t even remember my line, but I knew the role by heart and hope I did him justice.
That play was a hoot, let me tell you, not only because of the on-stage drama, but the off-stage drama as well. That made it one of the most interesting and enjoyable experiences of my life, and also when my heart was first truly broken in a good way when it was not accepted. She never did me wrong, but it simply was not meant to be, because we both had different paths to walk. Her a family, me a journey to the end of the world and back. I am certain that she already had accepted someone’s heart, and thus could not accept mine, and you couldn’t ask for a better reason to be turned down in my opinion.
In any case, life was always me being an odd man in and odd man out, and never really accepted, except in the Navy, because that is an adult profession of life and death, and if you are willing to put your life on the line, it doesn’t matter who you are, what shape, what color, what personality type, or anything like that, because the entire concept is about humanity being much more important than our individual bodies. Human lives are never sacrificed in war, they are lost, and if so, remembered eternally in various ways. The term “sacrifice” as it applies in that way is different than the religious one. Those two are not the same. The religious one implies a loss that a deity will grant favor for. The one in war is a risk manifesting to accomplish a goal.
There is no deity worthy of worship that would accept such sacrifices, and it should not even be acknowledged as a possibility. In any case, no warriors are ever sent to die as their purpose. The mission is always with a risk of death, and sometimes that risk is almost certain, but it is not about people dying, it is about what people accomplish, and a person who dies in such a way is never diminished by giving their lives for the mission. That is not a sacrifice where they are losing something good for a greater good. They are exchanging their body for the greatest good individually received above the greater good that is communal, and that greatest good is a new body that lives in eternity.
It is an honor to die in such a way, and it is eternally honored. It has been for the longest time and continues to be honored today with formal significance. It is okay to be sad for the death of a friend whose loss in your life will be missed, but a warrior who gives his life is a glory received, not a sadness bestowed. That eternal honor is why the dishonor of military commanders today is such a grave offense to all men, mortal and immortal. They cannot be allowed to disrespect the honor of the immortal dead who live in glory after dying in battle. By tolerating treason, a broken oath, and the total betrayal of the USA spirit and citizenship, they do the worst dishonor to all who have ever gone to war and do even worse to those who lost their lives while fighting in a war.
What good is the oath of a sailor, marine, soldier, or airman, if the commander-in-chief will break his oath in the worst way by provoking an attack with intentional lies, paranoia, and propaganda for the sole purpose of destroying what they are all supposed to be protecting!? They won’t even acknowledge how horrible the situation is! Someone needs to be punished for what happened as the person responsible! That kind of crime is too grave to sweep under the rug and pretend like it didn’t happen. No matter how you look at it, the president at the time was responsible, and that makes him a traitor because he didn’t acknowledge what happened or take responsibility for it. He blamed others and thus rejected his highest responsibility.
In any case… back to the point… autism. Autism is in fact a disability people suffer as a minority, but not because of a limitation we have. We suffer the disability because of the limitation that the majority of the populous has with herd-like and hive-minded thinking. They all try to be the same, and are not human enough to recognize humanity if it appears as different from them, which means they do not recognize humanity. They are yet animals and they act like animals by making life hard for people who are different in the way that autism causes people to be different. In my case it reinforced the bigotry of my family about uncircumcised people and made that toxic, hateful upbringing infinitely worse.
They are mean, unkind, uncharitable, and hostile to people with autism because we do not exhibit the most normal way of thinking that people have, and they make life difficult for us. That is why it is a disability. Not because we are in any way incapable, but because the majority of people are incapable of understanding humanity beyond an animal nature. So yes, I am disabled because socially I am unacceptable by neurotypical humans who see my divergent ways of thinking as alien, mystical, magical, and unknown to them, when it isn’t. It is just different.
I have worked tirelessly to demystify all that for people, because of how cowardly they are with what they don’t understand, and that cowardice is slowing down progress. Why are they such cowards? Idk, probably because they were born into fear and trauma by something they nor their parents understand and they grow up believing that fear of violence against their body, not fear of the divine, is the center of their life. No matter. Again, that is not my problem, that is other people’s problem. However, their mass ignorance as a greater majority opposed to the minority of divergent people, including those of us with ASD, causes them to label us as disabled. That label is valid because the hostility of the greater majority of people actually makes life harder for us, so it becomes a disability because of the hateful anti-humanity of so many people.
ASD is thus nothing to be ashamed of. It is a good quality, but it is in fact a disability. However, I’d rather be weird, non-accepted, an outsider, outcast, and reject while knowing I am totally okay and normal, than an identical clone of hive-minded ingrates undeserving of humanity like all those hostile people that cannot perceive the incredible gift humanity is beyond their animal senses.
Cognitive perception, you could call it; what you perceive by critical thinking and only by critical thinking, the use of reason and rational thought through a conceptual higher reality than the physical universe.
Be gone!