I am making this thread because I want to get the opinions of some other guys in this forum for the curiosity's sake as I have only my own experience an perspective to view things from and thus don't know what if anything I could be overlooking or missing entirely and, for reasons that will undoubtedly become clear, this is not something that I want to bring up and talk about with my folks or other random people during the holidays (or any other time if I can avoid it). I also do not want to post this on an autism-specific forum or website as every one of those I have ever seen have been SJW cesspits, where almost nothing of value is ever said and, if it is, the individual who said it is immediately set upon by the trigger mob if not outright banned for hate speech.
The subject, as you may no doubt have guessed, is Autism or, more specifically, how it is often dealt with, particularly though surely not exclusively in the West. This will contain a very brief summary of some of my own experiences which are likely not being replicated perfectly in other countries but I think that the non-Americans here may find it interesting as well as something comparable is likely happening in your countries.
Before I get the "you don't understand" email, I was officially diagnosed with High-Functioning Autism by a licensed and fully qualified (employed by the US military) psychiatrist who had special training to diagnose and deal with autism. I was put in Special Education due to "disciplinary issues" as a kid starting in Kindergarten at age 5 (no one tested for autism back then), sharing a classroom mostly with other children who were legitimately disabled (mentally and in other ways), despite scoring high enough on a mandatory IQ test, which was given to all children entering elementary school at the time, to warrant my being placed in what was then called the "Gifted" program later on. This was a separate academic program for children with abnormally high IQs. I would estimate that fewer than 1% of the students in my school were in it. I say this not to brag but only to make it clear that, while undeniably and sometimes hilariously autistic, I am not cognitively impaired.
Important: From this point forward, I will be using the words "Autism" and "autistic" to refer to people like myself who are on the high-functioning (high IQ) end of the autistic spectrum and not people who are on the low/"severe" (low IQ) end. This is for convenience.
What follows contains a very short version of a much longer story that I have included here to give some background as to where my curiosity regarding this subject originates from. It gets pretty dark at certain points but I did not write it to sob or seek pity. I was unemotional as I wrote it and am not losing my mind at the moment either. It is not something that causes me to be unhinged now. It is only a statement of facts and an account of events that transpired a very long time ago. I am fine now, things are generally going pretty well, and, if you came across me randomly somewhere without knowing who I am, you would never guess that I am autistic or that there is anything else significantly different about me as I am not physically deformed in any way and I am a fairly good looking guy with good genetics who has put in the time and effort to take care of myself and look decent as well as to make myself socially passable. I hold my own life and accomplishments up as proof that, provided that an individual is not severely mentally retarded (in which case I do not know how to help), social skills can usually if not always be learned intentionally through focused effort and the red pill only makes it easier.
That said, here it is:
I grew up in a pretty sick environment looking back on it as Special Ed teachers could, and probably still can, do pretty much whatever they want to the kids since some of them can't talk and those who can either have communication problems, are too traumatized to talk about it, have never known anything else so would not even know to think they they were abused let alone bring it up to anyone, or the adults in their lives simply do not care enough to really listen to them. So I was never much able or allowed to fall back on any excuses for being socially incapable or dysfunctional. Because of this, I got into learning social skills in a focused and intentional way in high school and continue that practice still.
I was physically subdued and locked in a cell very very often (almost every day some weeks) for hours at a time and missed the bus home more than once because they would not let me out. Most of the time, I did not understand what I had done wrong or why I was being locked up but, from the fact that they sometimes went up to the small window (which was maybe 6x6 inches, too high for me to reach at that age, and had a wire grid inside of it - like you see in prison cells) to laugh at me, I guessed that it was sometimes for no reason other than because it was funny to them.
The cells I got locked in (I don't think there is a universal design - I think every county kind of wings it but my county was fairly affluent and therefor very well-funded so my cells were very well-constructed) never had pads and they all had thick steel doors as well as a bright fluorescent lights that glared off of the bleached white tile floors and white brick walls that were not even far enough away from each other to give me space to lay down with my limbs outstretched. Add to this the fact that those lights made a buzzing sound that seemed to get louder every minute that I was locked in there alone without any idea of how much time had passed or what time it was and you have a recipe for what is essentially a torture chamber for an autistic child who is so sensitive to noises and bright lights as to be pained by them. They were also usually in a room separate from the main classroom so as to make it harder to hear the screaming but I could usually still hear it and it was pretty freaky to see other kids getting dragged out of the classroom to be taken there but eventually got used to it and even forgot to think that there was anything strange about it.
I also never had a bean bag chair. I don't know what that's all about but I suspect it is just there for the reporters.
This of course is making no mention of how the teachers got unwilling children such as myself into the cell in the first place. Basically, the teachers (there were always multiple - and I never had a male one so I disregard any notion that women are naturally more compassionate or less violent than men), would surround, corral, and subdue me physically before taking me to the floor and sitting on me with their full bodyweight (this could be one reason for my almost pathological disdain for obesity and the "fat acceptance" movement) until, I could no longer speak or breathe and I started seeing floaters in my eyes as my vision began to fade. At that point, when I no longer was able to physically resist, I would be dragged into the cell and locked up for however long they felt like leaving me in there or until an even more unruly (and, honestly, probably mentally retarded) child would be dragged in, screaming and struggling, to replace me. A cell was almost never empty and, when it was, it didn't remain so for very long.
I both experienced and saw that every weekday for my first 5 years of elementary school and, after I left Special Ed and entered the "mainstream," the threat of being sent back to Special Ed was constantly held over me by the various counselors I had to meet with regularly to discuss my "progress." In all that time and since then, I have never felt that I had compelling reason to believe that any significant portion of the American populace is genuinely bothered enough by this system to do anything decisive about it or, God forbid, try to be aware of what is happening to their children. Frankly, the American people as a whole are the ones funding, enabling, and supporting (or at least ignoring) this system. I sincerely believe that most Americans are apathetic and cowardly enough that they would willingly allow someone to lock their own children in cells and be tortured for any length of time if it meant that they would never have to "give up their career" to raise them properly (especially moms) or face some genuine adversity and pushback from a distant and impersonal governmental system that legitimately wishes and intends to make their children disappear from the face of the Earth for years at a time if not forever (there is probably some secret hope that SpEd kids will eventually commit suicide and cease to be eyesores to the rest of society) simply because it requires effort to raise one's own child when the government is incapable, due to said child being abnormal in some non-clinical way, of doing it for you (at great cost in terms of their tax burdens of course).
Part of me suspects that this whole ridiculous situation is in some way a kind of reincarnation of the US's earlier infatuation with eugenics, social planning, puritanism, and utopianism as well as being a convenient way to perpetuate the myth that traditional gender roles are purely social constructs with no biological or social merits and that stay at home moms are not as good as working ones.
Personally, I think I would rather have just been whipped with a tree branch or something and then sent back to class than be locked in a sensory torture chamber and forced to live as a child with not the suspicion but the knowledge that nobody anywhere was going to help me and that they most likely would never even know, let alone care, about anything that happened to me as long as they did not have to personally see it or explain it to someone else. At least there is no stigma against that whereas, if you tell someone that you were in Special Ed, there was at least a feeling that they will not even hear the rest of your story and will forever think that you are so cognitively stunted that they cannot carry on a relationship with you (this feeling is no longer with me). This is one other reason why it was so bizarre to be getting punished and locked up all the time by people who, even at that age, I could tell were less intelligent than myself (not to say that I am the smartest guy in the world but I was certainly the smartest person in the room). Several years ago, I read Curse of the High IQ by Aaron Clarey and felt at that time that his explanation of his own experience growing up surrounded by and being largely at the mercy of less mentally capable people in many ways was similar to my own and very relatable.
As far as education, I was basically self-taught up until high school. I had to be as I was getting pulled out of class too often to catch all of the lessons and, even after I entered the "mainstream," was too busy getting bullied and worrying about the fact that I was surrounded at all times by enemies who wished to do me physical or at least psychological harm (and who would get away with it) to really be engaged by whatever was being taught. In high school, I took advantage of the fact that there were a few thousand other students and all but a few of them did not know me. I spent almost every morning in the library and much of my time in class reading a series of books that I would check out from the library in which every country in the world had its own book that included all sorts of historical and cultural facts about the country as well as geographic and statistical information. The only classes I ever actually studied for were Physics and Algebra and that is only because I found them so damn boring. In the other classes, I either did not pay attention at all (choosing to read my own books instead) or I played the class clown as a way to practice making jokes and learning humor in an environment where I knew nobody would see me outside of class and where I would be placed with an entirely new set of people the following year.
So, since then, I have essentially viewed the majority of normal ("neurotypical" has a bit of an SJW feel to it) Americans as NPCs (not in an arrogant way but in an "it is not possible to make them care or understand" sort of way) and have gone out of my way to make as much of a joke of the American education system as I possibly can in my own life and push myself as far out of the box that they tried to put me in as I am able. Basically, if they told me that "x" is true, I am going to operate on the assumption that "x" is false until I have some very compelling evidence of the contrary. I also enjoy every chance I get to slaughter the sacred cows of other Americans (when given good reason to do so - some people should simply not be respected and their beliefs are only deserving of contempt) such as "it's all for the children" and "we really love our son/daughter but we just do not get to see them as much as we want" right in front of them and while making direct eye contact so that they know that I understand what I am doing to them and how little I think of their excuses and rationalizations for unnecessarily subjecting children to neglect and abuse. I'm kind of like a non-violent autistic version of the Joker from Batman (the one played by Heath Ledger) in that sense as I see this is an almost necessary thing to do since their sacred cows caused me so much distress and misery in my own life and are undoubtedly continuing to harm children up to now. Maybe my experience just turned me into a bit of a sociopath and I'm really only doing it because it is fun for me now.
It is sad to say but I hardly ever saw or spoke to my parents while growing up and I cannot say that I do not still harbor some resentment toward them for willingly allowing themselves to be so oblivious of what was going on in my life during my most crucial developmental years. Frankly, I suspect that, on some level, they always knew but did not wish to make waves. At any rate, I do not know if a healthy relationship will ever be possible with them, or anyone else in my family for that matter. The time that I would have spent bonding with them and having them imprint on me was time that I instead spent in what was effectively a secret prison for the un-aborted. That early childhood bonding simply never happened.
*I also was a daycare kid and took the bus from school to daycare every day to wait for one of my parents to pick me up in the evening.
*Don't get me wrong, no child is perfect and there were certainly some times in my life where an ass kicking was entirely warranted but I think it would have been better to get an ass kicking and an explanation as to why it was happening than having to endure prolonged periods of psychological torture with no explanation.
I mention this not to make anyone sad but only as a a statement of fact in the interest of being real. "Autistic" does not necessarily mean "unfit for life." It only means that social skills will need to be taught and learned in a deliberate and focused manner because they will not come naturally and organically as they would with a normal person. Mercifully, it also means that, if your child is high-functioning, they will likely be more intelligent than most if not all of their peers and will thus be far more capable once they have gotten the social part of their life skill set in order. So there is no justifiable reason in my view to put them in SpEd and, to be honest, if a kid is so severely mentally disabled that he/she cannot even be allowed into a normal classroom environment, that either says that there is something very wrong and unnatural about that environment or that the child in question should not be in school in the first place because being there is not going to do anything positive for them. As I see it, it's just a way for women to forsake their children and for fathers and society at large to meekly allow their wives to do it when not vocally supporting them.
Anyway, while I always knew that I had some kind of issue, I did not know that my issue was autism until I was 23 and in the Army. In the Army, due to the high-stress nature of the environment and the fact that you are surrounded at all times by other people who see and hear everything you do even during times when, as a civilian, you would have normally been alone (think of habits like rocking back and forth that you don't notice yourself doing), any issues you have will be brought to the surface and become known at some point and, at that point, you will likely be asked to go to "Behavioral Health (the military psychiatrist)" to make sure that the kind of weird you are is the kind of weird that the Army can use or if it is better to let you go.
So, I had to see a doctor what seemed like every other day for about a month and a half and take a few tests during the process. At the end of it all, they told me that I have High-Functioning Autism (formerly called "Aspergers" - they don't use that diagnostic term anymore). Basically, the difference between someone with "High-Functioning" vs "Low-Functioning," as I understand it, is primarily a difference in IQ with the term "High-Functioning" obviously indicating that one is on the higher end of the IQ spectrum and, very often, far higher on it than average as we can see by the fact that autists, despite making up probably less than 1% of the population, are vastly overrepresented in every technical field that has anything to do with anything genuinely complex such as engineering, hard sciences, and medicine.
Questions I have had in my mind:
Weirdly, when it comes to dealing with women in a romantic and sexual context, casually mentioning this after talking for a while about other things has worked in my favor far more often than not because I explain it in an almost bragging "even as weird as I am, I am still more competent than everyone else you know" sort of way as opposed to the pitiful and timid way that most people reveal it (as if they were telling someone that they have a lethal contagion and are not long for this world) and I typically become more interesting and respectable to them by doing so. I do not mean to say that I am completely arrogant but only that I own it unapologetically and treat it as if I were an X-man and it were my mutation as that is not far from the truth since all of the X-men had a highly focused skill but were so weird and messed up in some other vital way as to be almost entirely incapable of functioning normally in society without deliberately training and undergoing great hardship specifically to be able to do so.
Personally, I suspect that much of what is classified as being problematic with "autism" would have in other eras been considered healthy masculine traits not so long ago (prior to the Industrial Revolution) and that the majority of people in the West are at this time so disconnected from anything real that these things have come to be seen as aberrations and pathologies whereas people in previous ages might have looked upon them favorably and possibly even preferred them. I say this because, at least in my own life, "Autism" generally seems to become an issue only when it comes to intuiting and engaging with other peoples' feelings, whether that be by recognizing their probably subconscious use of fluctuations in their voice tones, changes in their facial expressions, or some other mechanism of non-verbal communication that is naturally imperceptible to me.
I wonder, in what historical era or civilization were men considered more healthy and masculine for being flamboyantly expressive to the point of resembling a teenage valley girl or living and dying solely by their ability to make others believe that they did not and could never possibly represent any kind of threat to anyone? Autism is primarily a hereditary condition and, though it probably effects less than 1% of the population in any given country, it still is far more common than truly disadvantageous genetic conditions like hemophilia so there must have at some time been some evolutionary reason for it to come into existence and the qualities and traits of those men who had it must have been seen as useful and attractive enough for a substantial number of women to breed with them and eventually produce others like me, yes? Does it not seem that the social aspects of autism and these "disciplinary issues" which seem to almost exclusively effect male children and teenagers are possibly just traditionally masculine traits which have been pathologized in autistic males (who tend to display a more extreme version of them unless conditioned to do otherwise) as well as non-autistic males as another part of the larger "war on boys" that has been spoken of and written about?
As for the social skills aspect, I know firsthand how much this can confound a person's efforts in life and how the resulting isolation and feeling of hopelessness can cause them to find themselves in some very dark and frightening places. However, I also know firsthand that social skills can, if accurate information is available and regular practice is possible, be learned in a deliberate and, dare I say, autistically focused manner, at least to a high enough level so as to make a person capable of passing for normal if they should desire at any point to do that. So, rather than placing such people into Special Education, telling them to "just be themselves," or commit to some other non-action that essentially amounts to ignoring them and throwing them to the proverbial wolves, would it not make more sense, assuming that we actually care about them and/or what happens to them, to be real with them enough to identify for them the times when they are making mistakes and teach them specifically how to avoid that mistake in the future? It seems strange to me that no one (at least as far as I am aware) has proposed or attempted to do this on any large scale even despite the trend of parents and siblings attempting to experience the noble malaise of perpetual victimhood vicariously through their autistic kids having become somewhat fashionable as of late.
Naturally, the non-social issues which are characteristic of autism such as sensory problems, initially poor motor skills, and so on are probably incurable but, with the right approach, can usually be managed for the most part to the point where they do not constitute a major concern in the life of an autistic person once they have reached adulthood.
Considering the fact that autistic people are around 28 times more likely than a normal person to have seriously considered suicide by the time they are in their late twenties and something like 36% of them have attempted it by that same time, not to mention all of the other common issues that are known such as being far more likely to be bullied and less likely to develop enriching and comforting friendships with peers, trying something different surely could not make things very much worse than they already are could they?
https://church4everychild.org/2016/04/03...th-autism/
Again, these are all just my own thoughts and I could be completely off the mark. I would love to know what you guys think.
The subject, as you may no doubt have guessed, is Autism or, more specifically, how it is often dealt with, particularly though surely not exclusively in the West. This will contain a very brief summary of some of my own experiences which are likely not being replicated perfectly in other countries but I think that the non-Americans here may find it interesting as well as something comparable is likely happening in your countries.
Before I get the "you don't understand" email, I was officially diagnosed with High-Functioning Autism by a licensed and fully qualified (employed by the US military) psychiatrist who had special training to diagnose and deal with autism. I was put in Special Education due to "disciplinary issues" as a kid starting in Kindergarten at age 5 (no one tested for autism back then), sharing a classroom mostly with other children who were legitimately disabled (mentally and in other ways), despite scoring high enough on a mandatory IQ test, which was given to all children entering elementary school at the time, to warrant my being placed in what was then called the "Gifted" program later on. This was a separate academic program for children with abnormally high IQs. I would estimate that fewer than 1% of the students in my school were in it. I say this not to brag but only to make it clear that, while undeniably and sometimes hilariously autistic, I am not cognitively impaired.
Important: From this point forward, I will be using the words "Autism" and "autistic" to refer to people like myself who are on the high-functioning (high IQ) end of the autistic spectrum and not people who are on the low/"severe" (low IQ) end. This is for convenience.
What follows contains a very short version of a much longer story that I have included here to give some background as to where my curiosity regarding this subject originates from. It gets pretty dark at certain points but I did not write it to sob or seek pity. I was unemotional as I wrote it and am not losing my mind at the moment either. It is not something that causes me to be unhinged now. It is only a statement of facts and an account of events that transpired a very long time ago. I am fine now, things are generally going pretty well, and, if you came across me randomly somewhere without knowing who I am, you would never guess that I am autistic or that there is anything else significantly different about me as I am not physically deformed in any way and I am a fairly good looking guy with good genetics who has put in the time and effort to take care of myself and look decent as well as to make myself socially passable. I hold my own life and accomplishments up as proof that, provided that an individual is not severely mentally retarded (in which case I do not know how to help), social skills can usually if not always be learned intentionally through focused effort and the red pill only makes it easier.
That said, here it is:
I grew up in a pretty sick environment looking back on it as Special Ed teachers could, and probably still can, do pretty much whatever they want to the kids since some of them can't talk and those who can either have communication problems, are too traumatized to talk about it, have never known anything else so would not even know to think they they were abused let alone bring it up to anyone, or the adults in their lives simply do not care enough to really listen to them. So I was never much able or allowed to fall back on any excuses for being socially incapable or dysfunctional. Because of this, I got into learning social skills in a focused and intentional way in high school and continue that practice still.
I was physically subdued and locked in a cell very very often (almost every day some weeks) for hours at a time and missed the bus home more than once because they would not let me out. Most of the time, I did not understand what I had done wrong or why I was being locked up but, from the fact that they sometimes went up to the small window (which was maybe 6x6 inches, too high for me to reach at that age, and had a wire grid inside of it - like you see in prison cells) to laugh at me, I guessed that it was sometimes for no reason other than because it was funny to them.
The cells I got locked in (I don't think there is a universal design - I think every county kind of wings it but my county was fairly affluent and therefor very well-funded so my cells were very well-constructed) never had pads and they all had thick steel doors as well as a bright fluorescent lights that glared off of the bleached white tile floors and white brick walls that were not even far enough away from each other to give me space to lay down with my limbs outstretched. Add to this the fact that those lights made a buzzing sound that seemed to get louder every minute that I was locked in there alone without any idea of how much time had passed or what time it was and you have a recipe for what is essentially a torture chamber for an autistic child who is so sensitive to noises and bright lights as to be pained by them. They were also usually in a room separate from the main classroom so as to make it harder to hear the screaming but I could usually still hear it and it was pretty freaky to see other kids getting dragged out of the classroom to be taken there but eventually got used to it and even forgot to think that there was anything strange about it.
I also never had a bean bag chair. I don't know what that's all about but I suspect it is just there for the reporters.
This of course is making no mention of how the teachers got unwilling children such as myself into the cell in the first place. Basically, the teachers (there were always multiple - and I never had a male one so I disregard any notion that women are naturally more compassionate or less violent than men), would surround, corral, and subdue me physically before taking me to the floor and sitting on me with their full bodyweight (this could be one reason for my almost pathological disdain for obesity and the "fat acceptance" movement) until, I could no longer speak or breathe and I started seeing floaters in my eyes as my vision began to fade. At that point, when I no longer was able to physically resist, I would be dragged into the cell and locked up for however long they felt like leaving me in there or until an even more unruly (and, honestly, probably mentally retarded) child would be dragged in, screaming and struggling, to replace me. A cell was almost never empty and, when it was, it didn't remain so for very long.
I both experienced and saw that every weekday for my first 5 years of elementary school and, after I left Special Ed and entered the "mainstream," the threat of being sent back to Special Ed was constantly held over me by the various counselors I had to meet with regularly to discuss my "progress." In all that time and since then, I have never felt that I had compelling reason to believe that any significant portion of the American populace is genuinely bothered enough by this system to do anything decisive about it or, God forbid, try to be aware of what is happening to their children. Frankly, the American people as a whole are the ones funding, enabling, and supporting (or at least ignoring) this system. I sincerely believe that most Americans are apathetic and cowardly enough that they would willingly allow someone to lock their own children in cells and be tortured for any length of time if it meant that they would never have to "give up their career" to raise them properly (especially moms) or face some genuine adversity and pushback from a distant and impersonal governmental system that legitimately wishes and intends to make their children disappear from the face of the Earth for years at a time if not forever (there is probably some secret hope that SpEd kids will eventually commit suicide and cease to be eyesores to the rest of society) simply because it requires effort to raise one's own child when the government is incapable, due to said child being abnormal in some non-clinical way, of doing it for you (at great cost in terms of their tax burdens of course).
Part of me suspects that this whole ridiculous situation is in some way a kind of reincarnation of the US's earlier infatuation with eugenics, social planning, puritanism, and utopianism as well as being a convenient way to perpetuate the myth that traditional gender roles are purely social constructs with no biological or social merits and that stay at home moms are not as good as working ones.
Personally, I think I would rather have just been whipped with a tree branch or something and then sent back to class than be locked in a sensory torture chamber and forced to live as a child with not the suspicion but the knowledge that nobody anywhere was going to help me and that they most likely would never even know, let alone care, about anything that happened to me as long as they did not have to personally see it or explain it to someone else. At least there is no stigma against that whereas, if you tell someone that you were in Special Ed, there was at least a feeling that they will not even hear the rest of your story and will forever think that you are so cognitively stunted that they cannot carry on a relationship with you (this feeling is no longer with me). This is one other reason why it was so bizarre to be getting punished and locked up all the time by people who, even at that age, I could tell were less intelligent than myself (not to say that I am the smartest guy in the world but I was certainly the smartest person in the room). Several years ago, I read Curse of the High IQ by Aaron Clarey and felt at that time that his explanation of his own experience growing up surrounded by and being largely at the mercy of less mentally capable people in many ways was similar to my own and very relatable.
As far as education, I was basically self-taught up until high school. I had to be as I was getting pulled out of class too often to catch all of the lessons and, even after I entered the "mainstream," was too busy getting bullied and worrying about the fact that I was surrounded at all times by enemies who wished to do me physical or at least psychological harm (and who would get away with it) to really be engaged by whatever was being taught. In high school, I took advantage of the fact that there were a few thousand other students and all but a few of them did not know me. I spent almost every morning in the library and much of my time in class reading a series of books that I would check out from the library in which every country in the world had its own book that included all sorts of historical and cultural facts about the country as well as geographic and statistical information. The only classes I ever actually studied for were Physics and Algebra and that is only because I found them so damn boring. In the other classes, I either did not pay attention at all (choosing to read my own books instead) or I played the class clown as a way to practice making jokes and learning humor in an environment where I knew nobody would see me outside of class and where I would be placed with an entirely new set of people the following year.
So, since then, I have essentially viewed the majority of normal ("neurotypical" has a bit of an SJW feel to it) Americans as NPCs (not in an arrogant way but in an "it is not possible to make them care or understand" sort of way) and have gone out of my way to make as much of a joke of the American education system as I possibly can in my own life and push myself as far out of the box that they tried to put me in as I am able. Basically, if they told me that "x" is true, I am going to operate on the assumption that "x" is false until I have some very compelling evidence of the contrary. I also enjoy every chance I get to slaughter the sacred cows of other Americans (when given good reason to do so - some people should simply not be respected and their beliefs are only deserving of contempt) such as "it's all for the children" and "we really love our son/daughter but we just do not get to see them as much as we want" right in front of them and while making direct eye contact so that they know that I understand what I am doing to them and how little I think of their excuses and rationalizations for unnecessarily subjecting children to neglect and abuse. I'm kind of like a non-violent autistic version of the Joker from Batman (the one played by Heath Ledger) in that sense as I see this is an almost necessary thing to do since their sacred cows caused me so much distress and misery in my own life and are undoubtedly continuing to harm children up to now. Maybe my experience just turned me into a bit of a sociopath and I'm really only doing it because it is fun for me now.
It is sad to say but I hardly ever saw or spoke to my parents while growing up and I cannot say that I do not still harbor some resentment toward them for willingly allowing themselves to be so oblivious of what was going on in my life during my most crucial developmental years. Frankly, I suspect that, on some level, they always knew but did not wish to make waves. At any rate, I do not know if a healthy relationship will ever be possible with them, or anyone else in my family for that matter. The time that I would have spent bonding with them and having them imprint on me was time that I instead spent in what was effectively a secret prison for the un-aborted. That early childhood bonding simply never happened.
*I also was a daycare kid and took the bus from school to daycare every day to wait for one of my parents to pick me up in the evening.
*Don't get me wrong, no child is perfect and there were certainly some times in my life where an ass kicking was entirely warranted but I think it would have been better to get an ass kicking and an explanation as to why it was happening than having to endure prolonged periods of psychological torture with no explanation.
I mention this not to make anyone sad but only as a a statement of fact in the interest of being real. "Autistic" does not necessarily mean "unfit for life." It only means that social skills will need to be taught and learned in a deliberate and focused manner because they will not come naturally and organically as they would with a normal person. Mercifully, it also means that, if your child is high-functioning, they will likely be more intelligent than most if not all of their peers and will thus be far more capable once they have gotten the social part of their life skill set in order. So there is no justifiable reason in my view to put them in SpEd and, to be honest, if a kid is so severely mentally disabled that he/she cannot even be allowed into a normal classroom environment, that either says that there is something very wrong and unnatural about that environment or that the child in question should not be in school in the first place because being there is not going to do anything positive for them. As I see it, it's just a way for women to forsake their children and for fathers and society at large to meekly allow their wives to do it when not vocally supporting them.
Anyway, while I always knew that I had some kind of issue, I did not know that my issue was autism until I was 23 and in the Army. In the Army, due to the high-stress nature of the environment and the fact that you are surrounded at all times by other people who see and hear everything you do even during times when, as a civilian, you would have normally been alone (think of habits like rocking back and forth that you don't notice yourself doing), any issues you have will be brought to the surface and become known at some point and, at that point, you will likely be asked to go to "Behavioral Health (the military psychiatrist)" to make sure that the kind of weird you are is the kind of weird that the Army can use or if it is better to let you go.
So, I had to see a doctor what seemed like every other day for about a month and a half and take a few tests during the process. At the end of it all, they told me that I have High-Functioning Autism (formerly called "Aspergers" - they don't use that diagnostic term anymore). Basically, the difference between someone with "High-Functioning" vs "Low-Functioning," as I understand it, is primarily a difference in IQ with the term "High-Functioning" obviously indicating that one is on the higher end of the IQ spectrum and, very often, far higher on it than average as we can see by the fact that autists, despite making up probably less than 1% of the population, are vastly overrepresented in every technical field that has anything to do with anything genuinely complex such as engineering, hard sciences, and medicine.
Questions I have had in my mind:
Weirdly, when it comes to dealing with women in a romantic and sexual context, casually mentioning this after talking for a while about other things has worked in my favor far more often than not because I explain it in an almost bragging "even as weird as I am, I am still more competent than everyone else you know" sort of way as opposed to the pitiful and timid way that most people reveal it (as if they were telling someone that they have a lethal contagion and are not long for this world) and I typically become more interesting and respectable to them by doing so. I do not mean to say that I am completely arrogant but only that I own it unapologetically and treat it as if I were an X-man and it were my mutation as that is not far from the truth since all of the X-men had a highly focused skill but were so weird and messed up in some other vital way as to be almost entirely incapable of functioning normally in society without deliberately training and undergoing great hardship specifically to be able to do so.
Personally, I suspect that much of what is classified as being problematic with "autism" would have in other eras been considered healthy masculine traits not so long ago (prior to the Industrial Revolution) and that the majority of people in the West are at this time so disconnected from anything real that these things have come to be seen as aberrations and pathologies whereas people in previous ages might have looked upon them favorably and possibly even preferred them. I say this because, at least in my own life, "Autism" generally seems to become an issue only when it comes to intuiting and engaging with other peoples' feelings, whether that be by recognizing their probably subconscious use of fluctuations in their voice tones, changes in their facial expressions, or some other mechanism of non-verbal communication that is naturally imperceptible to me.
I wonder, in what historical era or civilization were men considered more healthy and masculine for being flamboyantly expressive to the point of resembling a teenage valley girl or living and dying solely by their ability to make others believe that they did not and could never possibly represent any kind of threat to anyone? Autism is primarily a hereditary condition and, though it probably effects less than 1% of the population in any given country, it still is far more common than truly disadvantageous genetic conditions like hemophilia so there must have at some time been some evolutionary reason for it to come into existence and the qualities and traits of those men who had it must have been seen as useful and attractive enough for a substantial number of women to breed with them and eventually produce others like me, yes? Does it not seem that the social aspects of autism and these "disciplinary issues" which seem to almost exclusively effect male children and teenagers are possibly just traditionally masculine traits which have been pathologized in autistic males (who tend to display a more extreme version of them unless conditioned to do otherwise) as well as non-autistic males as another part of the larger "war on boys" that has been spoken of and written about?
As for the social skills aspect, I know firsthand how much this can confound a person's efforts in life and how the resulting isolation and feeling of hopelessness can cause them to find themselves in some very dark and frightening places. However, I also know firsthand that social skills can, if accurate information is available and regular practice is possible, be learned in a deliberate and, dare I say, autistically focused manner, at least to a high enough level so as to make a person capable of passing for normal if they should desire at any point to do that. So, rather than placing such people into Special Education, telling them to "just be themselves," or commit to some other non-action that essentially amounts to ignoring them and throwing them to the proverbial wolves, would it not make more sense, assuming that we actually care about them and/or what happens to them, to be real with them enough to identify for them the times when they are making mistakes and teach them specifically how to avoid that mistake in the future? It seems strange to me that no one (at least as far as I am aware) has proposed or attempted to do this on any large scale even despite the trend of parents and siblings attempting to experience the noble malaise of perpetual victimhood vicariously through their autistic kids having become somewhat fashionable as of late.
Naturally, the non-social issues which are characteristic of autism such as sensory problems, initially poor motor skills, and so on are probably incurable but, with the right approach, can usually be managed for the most part to the point where they do not constitute a major concern in the life of an autistic person once they have reached adulthood.
Considering the fact that autistic people are around 28 times more likely than a normal person to have seriously considered suicide by the time they are in their late twenties and something like 36% of them have attempted it by that same time, not to mention all of the other common issues that are known such as being far more likely to be bullied and less likely to develop enriching and comforting friendships with peers, trying something different surely could not make things very much worse than they already are could they?
https://church4everychild.org/2016/04/03...th-autism/
Again, these are all just my own thoughts and I could be completely off the mark. I would love to know what you guys think.