Autistic Hedgehog

Nothing makes me prickly like people who equate autism with mental retardation.

mod note: I didn’t know that about the creator of Pokemon but ohmigod that makes so much sense! It’s such a very autistic sort of thing, if you guys know what I mean. Also, Pokemon FTW.

[Allistic person says verbal autistics don’t have “real” autism

Wishes non-verbal allistics were a thing]

In other words, allistic people, STFU. Just because you have a child/sibling/cousin/uncle/whatever with autism does not make you an expert. And don’t make me have to tell you where you can stick this “real” autism nonsense. 

[Hears car door slam while trying to sleep

Begins sobbing uncontrollably]

[Someone compares their sibling’s autism to the 9/11 terrorist attacks

Cannot think of a single nonviolent response to this]

No, seriously, this is a real thing that has happened today on tumblr. I cannot even. I’m trying not to be all “Violence violence violence, stab stab stabbity stab” because of the nature of the topic; this was the best I could come up with.

[Took Simon Baron-Cohen’s empathy quotient test

Hate Simon Baron-Cohen more than ever]

I did, y'all. And then I ranted about it. A lot.

When I was coming out of physical therapy today, I accidentally made eye contact with one of those clipboard wielding activists (probably from Amnesty International; my husband has to tell them about a dozen or so times a year that he’s already a member). I quickly looked away, but she pursued me and I had to duck my head and run for it.

It sucks having to come off like a jerk because I’m too tired to deal with some stranger all up in my space. But this is what I don’t get about the conclusions autism researchers come to. Supposedly autistics are the ones who can’t relate to others or understand other minds, yet allistics seem incapable of realizing that not everyone wants or likes to be accosted by strangers. And not just autistic people; plenty of other people have myriad reasons they might not want to be approached on the sidewalk by someone they don’t know.

Worse, when I made it clear with my body language (and you can’t get more clear than looking away and hunching over) that I wasn’t in the mood, she still came at me. She had no idea what was up with me and was apparently incapable of conceiving of the idea that I might genuinely want to be left alone.

And now I’d better stop before I fly into a full-fledged rant about how body language illiterate allistics really are and how much that warps society and the awful cycle it’s produced, etc. etc.