Autistic Hedgehog entry

[“What do you mean you’re autistic? Sheldon acts nothing like you”
Thanks for the diagnosis, I’ll take that into account.]
This one’s from personal experience.
[Get overloaded Christmas shopping and someone stops to ‘help’
Please move the fuck along - you’re making it worse.]
mod note: anon submission
[“Autistics are our zombie apocalypse!”
At least you don’t have to worry about us eating your brain, since you clearly don’t have one.]
Trigger Warning: Not. Even. Kidding.
[The Autism Tag:
Autism Speaks, Autism Speaks, troll, Autism Speaks, puzzle piece tattoo, troll, troll, Autism Speaks, puzzle piece tattoo, allistic sibling, troll, Autism Speaks]
Because I can’t be the only one who feels like this about the autism tag sometimes, can I?
(Yes, I know, I forgot the anti-vaxxers. Sorry. I guess I try not to think about them at all, so they slipped my mind.)

[“What do you mean you’re autistic? Sheldon acts nothing like you”
Thanks for the diagnosis, I’ll take that into account.]
This one’s from personal experience.
[“Autistic people are too violent to be allowed to play video games or watch the news.”
Great, now the pundits are trying to take away my Harvest Moon.]
So apparently the show The View had someone on saying basically the above, about how we’re too violent to be allowed to play video games or watch the news.
Now, I don’t know about you all, but one of my favorite game series is Harvest Moon. (Here comes the part where I go into full on sarcastic snark mode, FYI:) It’s an incredibly violent game in which the protagonist does truly horrific, despicable things like grow crops, raise livestock, fall in love and *gasp!* settle down to raise a family.
Despite the tenuous grasp on reality the “experts” are claiming I have, strangely enough I have yet to attempt to grow crops or raise livestock (orchids and bunnies really don’t count here), and as I am already married, I have not taken to going around giving cake and other gifts to the boys and girls I admire. Even stranger, I have not taken to anything with a sickle or hoe, be it plant, animal, or human, or attempted to milk the neighbor’s cat under the mistaken assumption that it’s a cow.
It’s almost like the “experts” don’t have the first fucking clue what they’re talking about.
Okay, snarky part done: It is exactly like the experts don’t have the first fucking clue what they’re talking about. I have some thoughts about this–a lot of thoughts, really–and I might even post them at some point. In the meantime, I just want to say: This is upsetting, and for a lot of us, this is very scary. If you need to vent your frustration and/or your fear, the “doors” of AH are always open to you and if you want something posted anonymously, just say so.
[“I don’t trust you now that I know you are autistic.”
I don’t trust you now that I know you are an asshole.]
Mod note: Submission from onionjuggler.
[Living in my own little world
Because it’s so much better than yours]
I think most of us have heard this at least once, that autistics live in our “own little worlds.” And I’m pretty sure other autistics on tumblr have already gone over the problems with it.
But I couldn’t resist. Every time I see someone says autistics live in their own little worlds, this is what I think in response. I dunno, I guess my time outside of my “world” has turned me into one hell of a smartass. Whoops.
[The next time you try to hug me without permission
I may decided to punch you in the face without permission]
Mod note: Anon creation.
Also, this should really be a warning to everybody. Don’t hug people without permission. Don't touch people without permission. No one is entitled to access to someone else’s body, period.
[Mature, independent adult.
Still talked down to like a five-year-old.]
Mod note: Anonymous creations. Also, yep.
[Absolutely hate loud noises and crowds.
Forced to go into a confined gymnasium to attend a pep rally.]
Mod note: Anonymous creation. Also, shudder. Happily the only pep rally I was forced to attend was outside, but that was bad enough. You have my sympathies.