1:45am July 26, 2014

Apparently, someone I consider a very good friend thinks my family isn’t autistic

And that instead we have social anxiety (what, you can inherit conditioned social anxiety brought about by severe abuse in your parent’s life before or mostly before you were ever conceived!!!!!???! I’m thinking NO), habits (stimming, even blatant stereotypical stimming), and passion.

Because we’re “all too lovely and nice” to be autistic. And nothing like terrible people with the label or suspected of the label.

“You’re the opposite of them!”

Uggggghhhhhh, you have been my friend for eleven years! Don’t dooooooo this! That’s so wrong!

I remember being offended at people thinking me autistic. But that was before the prominent asshole stereotype. Look at me now.

Back in the nineties, a psychologist said “I don’t like people with Asperger’s, and I like your father, so he probably doesn’t have Asperger’s.” Of course this is the same psychologist who, at least officially, said that I was psychotic since infancy because of my mother, and who used to beat me on the leg, hard, until I made eye contact, so I don’t hold his opinions in very high esteem at all. But I couldn’t believe he outright admitted that bias. Once I found out that he’d make or unmake a diagnosis based on something as little as whether he liked a person, I wasn’t inclined to take any of his diagnoses seriously.

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