Tag: autism

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visavee:

This review of the show Young Sheldon is the only review I need.

[Image Caption: Screenshot of a FB comment from a user named Bobby. The comment reads: 

“If you distilled every bad thing about sitcoms, the American mentality of proud idiocy and mocking others you don’t understand, white people, our terrible education system, and making fun of what is essentially autism and then you fed it to Shub-Niggurath, The Black Goat of the Woods With a Thousand Young, and she passed it through her dead yet not dad womb and produced a single yet somehow numerous chittering pile of maws and clavicles that thrum with some kind of harrowing, primordial music that reminds you that the end of all things is truly inevitable and always sits at the peripheryof your feeble lizard brain and that thing started to warp reality and collapse the integrity of all time and space around itself I would rather FUCK that thing with my own penis than watch this show for a single, solitary moment.”]

Source: illinicoise

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scotchtapeofficial:

if millennials making fun of gen z becomes a meme i’m calling every one of you out for hypocrisy

we’re making fun of them for eating laundry detergent not destroying their economy and criticizing them for being poor

see, what bothers me about this post is the underlying mean-spiritedness I always saw but never bothered to mention in this whole generational mentality. I remember exactly where the “tide pods look like candy” thing started, and literally all of us knew it was a joke because the person who posted it talked about how annoying it was that they couldn’t safely eat something that looked like a peppermint or whatever the fuck. 

that’s not all I’m annoyed about, though. 

each generation seems to be assigned defining traits based on stereotypes older generations see fit to give them. so then, what are gen z’s stereotypical defining traits? let me think about this for a while. 

  • difficulty suppressing impulsive behaviors
  • sensory-inclined 
  • a tendency to take things literally (much to the amusement of our elders)
  • hatred of sitting still for long periods of time, needing constant activity to be stimulated
  • desperately in need of attention and/or constant external validation 
  • and, last but not least, unable to function without social media

now I’m not entirely sure if this all means something, but at least 5/6 of those are associated with symptoms of mental disorders. I’m not here to shit on your fun. by all means, go ahead, crack some more tide pod jokes. weird shitty trends are fair game for your jokes. but can you like. be adults long enough to catch yourselves before you make fun of a group of people who aren’t even the target of your jokes. 

since when haven’t these jokes been subtly targeting autistic people

taptrial2:

the reason why some autistic people have big talents is because we study what we love with a passion, and we practice what we love with a passion. it isn’t a gift, it’s information found and retained and discovered yourself or by learning from others. it’s a dedicated relationship between you and your “talent”, your “gift”, and when you push, it pushes back.

it’s also anxiety about being inadequate as an autistic person. am i talented enough to be allowed to be autistic? if i show people that i’m gifted like the people in articles and on tv, then will people be able to say autism without looking as though they just licked a raw lemon for the first time but are trying their best to keep their composure?

there’s a pressure on us to have talents and be so talented that neurotypical people gape. but then when we do work hard and learn and study and practice and develop skills with intense love and passion, sometimes for years, people assume that it wasn’t us, it was a gift from god. it wasn’t work or dedication, it was a miracle that came out of thin air, because autistic people don’t learn or work, we are gifted.

(neurotypicals and allistics can reblog, but please don’t add commentary.)

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benepla:

ok y’all it’s time to stop using the word “neurotypical” to mean “someone who told me to do yoga when i said i was sad”. that was not it’s original context (it was, in fact, coined by autistic people and yoinked by mentally ill allistics lmao), and the idea that “non-mentally ill people” is a coherent class of people is BONKERS. ANYONE can be susceptible to mental illness, you do NOT know everyone’s history with mental illness, and even though people who are vocally against mental healthcare are obviously shitheads and dangers to themselves/their loved ones, to claim that their views are because they have a squeaky clean bill of sanity is just fuckin……wild.

anyway op isn’t autistic, and while neurotypical did originally mean not autistic, the definition has since expanded to include anyone without a mental illness or disability, basically because there are more mental and developmental disorders than just autism. this change happened about a decade ago more or less. the current word for non-autistic is allistic. neurotypical really does mean someone without a history of mental illness or disability. whether or not that’s a “coherent class”, whatever that means?

and if this is implying ableism somehow doesn’t affect mentally ill people then. idk that’s pretty fucking wild

a) as an autistic person, what they said has nothing to do with whether they’re autistic or not. they didn’t claim to be autistic or to speak for us. you’re just trying to start shit by bringing that up.

b) calling strangers “neurotypical” is a bad practice because you cannot KNOW their history with mental illness. they may be undiagnosed or not have the resources to recognize something or they might just not public with that information.

c) listen, mentally ill people ARE oppressed, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy to categorize every mentally ill person into a simple recognizable group. i STRONGLY doubt that op was trying to say that mentally ill people aren’t oppressed when they said that “neurotypical” and not neurotypical aren’t that easy to define, especially since some mentally ill people will never know what they’re dealing with or why. it’s not that black and white, and if neurotypical includes not having mental illness (in addition to developmental disorders), you can’t just apply it to anyone and everyone who you don’t agree with about mental health. in fact, you can’t really apply it to most people, because you don’t get to make that judgement.

yeah i don’t actually disagree w u. if u read what i said i was more concerned about terminology being misused. the ‘yoinked by mentally ill allistics bit’ is wrong and pretty demonising tbh. i’m aware that I can’t see someone’s mental health by looking at them, that’s not really what i was responding to

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themadcapmathematician:

“Autistic and a-spec coding often go hand in hand because NTs use both of these identities to Other a character and make them seem ‘not quite human’” is a good breakdown of the problem, not “making autistic aspec characters is automatically ableist/aphobic” and CERTIANLY not “lack of sexual attraction dehumanizes characters” and otherwise throwing irl autistic aspecs under the bus

This.

A-spec and autism are both often used to dehumanize. Autistic characters are portrayed as lacking sexual (and usually romantic) urges, attractions, feelings because they “can’t comprehend those emotions.” A-spec characters are often stripped of any emotional “intelligence” and uncaring/ignorant of societal boundaries.

Specifically because autistic coding is usually lacking emotional intelligence and completely ignorant of how to act in public/manners in general and specifically because a-spec coding is usually lacking any sexual/romantic urges and feelings (which is different than lacking sexual/romantic attraction) and often as if the character feels “above” such base urges…

Because the stereotypes that don’t automatically go with being either autistic or a-spec essentially uses the same ridiculous coding as each other, it’s virtually impossible to tell if many writers meant to code autism, a-spectrum, or both. Perhaps no coding was intended at all.

These issues aren’t the fault of a-specs or autistics or a-spec autistics. And they aren’t the fault of a-spec autistic headcanons. These issues are society’s, these issues are with allosexuals and allistics that don’t even try to understand what either of these identities mean or how they intersect.

I’ll continue to headcanon autistic a-specs, because I’m an autistic a-spec, because I know this identity isn’t ableist or aphobic.

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autie-stereotype-crime-noir story

i like clues because they make sense, unlike people, who have legs that go on for days. how can a leg go on for days? i don’t know. help

i got the call late at night: “there’s been a murder on the orient express.” i knew i had to take the case immediately, because that is a TRAIN

i have been told i am “gritty” and “hardboiled”, maybe because i eat so many eggs and crunch the bits of shell between my teeth

“he’s the killer!” i said. “wait, no he’s not. wait, all these people look the same, which one is which again?”

i’m a straight shooter who plays by my own rules, all 376 of them that I have in this annotated binder

i’m a lose cannon, in fact, i have been institutionalized for erratic behavior

my job as a detective is made harder by the fact that i am physically incapable of telling a lie or bluffing but made easier by the fact that i have no emotions about anything but trains. once a train was murdered, and i couldn’t stop crying

she had curves in all the right places. i like curves, because they make sense, unlike people

i like my liquor hard, and my social interactions harder

i’m the best detective around, but my fees are high, and i only take payment in trains

she had curves in all the right places. she was a graph i was making about trains. in the other room, my dad was crying because i wouldn’t make eye contact with him

“you will tell me what i want.” i said. “everyone tells me what i want. i’m tough as nails, and i’m not afraid to display aggressive behavior”

i got into this job because one time in fifth grade i asked my special teacher why people don’t like me, and she told me to be a detective and figure it out. i took that completely literally, and here we are today

maybe i should throw away all my detective memorabilia so that i can hug my dad for the first time

“i know you’re a detective,” my mom sniffled, “but sometimes i feel like the real detective, trying to figure out how to finally help you”

the only mystery i cannot solve is the mystery of why these nice ladies keep making me play with special blocks. i have literally no theories about why this is happening

“i didn’t solve the case, and i let a second train get murdered!” i cried. “i’m a bad detective!” “oh, honey, no,” my mom soothed, “you’re not a bad detective, you’re just special, and sometimes that means things are a little bit harder for you”

he handed me the pictures of the suspects. i crossed out their eyes so i could look at their faces.

i got the call late at night. “TEXT ME” i shouted into the phone

“there’s been a terrible murder.” “that makes 231,” i said, twirling my hair. i like numbers.

she had curves that went on for legs. i reminded myself to make eye contact, like my special teacher told me

“ain’t she a beauty?” i asked. my special teacher had been working with me on saying “isn’t.” “a genuine Horse .75. i got her 12 years and 37 days ago and she weighs exactly 14 ounces. i call her Melissa, after my special teacher. she’s almost as good as a train.”

i took out my bottle of whiskey, and started to read the label aloud

i’m a private eye. that means i think eyes should be private. why do people have to look at each other’s eyes all the time?

the ceiling fan moved slowly in my grimy office, slowly like someone about to give up on the world. i stared up, up, up at it, distracted from my obsessive cleaning. it had curves in all the right places

the whole world seemed black and white, like an old film, or my thinking

i took my gun out of the pocket of my trench coat, which i was wearing because of my sensory issues

with my gun smashed​ to pieces on the floor and the criminal’s gun pointed right at me, it seemed like just about the right time to elope

this is the best thing in the world