by Aaron Hood
Article mentions gun violence, death, ableism, and contains strong language.
I’m taking my meme lord hat off for a second for something a bit more serious. Recently my newsfeed has consisted of dank memes, depressing Trump based shenanigans and salacious nonsense about what celebrity has indulged in whatever inanity this week. It’s strange how little chance anything that the algorithm that dictates my social media viewing has of showing me something that holds any real interest to me.
I came across a study via my newsfeed showing that we’re not far off eradicating Autism from children in the womb or whatever witchcraft those science people do now.
I may have mentioned this once or twice, but I have the Asperger’s Syndrome. Putting me in the esteemed company of — as the media seem to want you to believe — the socially inept, Vladimir Putin (apparently), that bloke who made jokes about Harry Arter’s dead baby, and quite a worrying amount of school shooters and general gun massacre enthusiasts. That’s literally the only coverage I see pertaining to the way my brain works. References to the perpetrators of cruel trolling (not the kind I engage in, I prefer to think of myself as a virtuous troll), or abhorrent crimes have their autism arbitrarily and irrelevantly referenced in articles covering the incidents.
That’s literally the only coverage I see pertaining to the way my brain works.
What they don’t tell you about are all the people that also have either confirmed or alleged Asperger’s. Dan Akroyd, Susan Boyle, Steve Jobs, Einstein, Mozart, Aaron Hood… What’s fucked up is I’m barely aware of famous women with autism as they’re almost entirely neglected.
The fact that they see what is essentially just a different way of looking at things and varying degrees of social fluency as a defect that needs to be terminated, offends me, as it’s absolutely a direct attack on the fact that I exist.
But apparently, I can’t build or maintain friendships and I shouldn’t be left alone near your fucking gun cabinet. Go fuck yourselves.
It’s called the autistic spectrum for a reason, differing degrees of severity exist. I’m fairly ‘lucky’ in terms of my own severity and the progression I have made. Although I have heard people say everyone is on the spectrum, but that suggestion whilst usually well-meaning is incredibly asinine and unhelpful.
This is essentially a piece of stand-up material I’m working on and I’ve never felt more personally fucked off that some people see people like me as wrong and want to wipe us out. You’d be robbing the world of some of the most emotionally fluent, compassionate, creative, and caring people I know. They’re fucking strange sometimes, I’m fucking fabulously odd and I make no bones about it. But it’s imperative you embrace the weird.
You’d be robbing the world of some of the most emotionally fluent, compassionate, creative, and caring people I know.
It’s times like this that I remember how many people love me, how many people I love and the beautiful journey we all must share together. Fuck I’m happy to be alive and with my supposed ‘defect’ and all. Nobody that’s mattered to me has ever treated me any different, and are remarkably patient sometimes with my eccentricity not because they feel sorry for my condition, but because it’s just my personality.
What I love about those closest to me is we can have a laugh and a joke about it, because I’ve had bad experiences with both being bullied and being treated with kids gloves, coddled and patronised. The latter felt worse. Because I knew the bullying wasn’t my fault, but the other treatment felt like it was.
I’m lucky with the life I’ve has thus far and big things are coming for me. I’ve been tested with bad experiences before and I come out with a devilish grin on my face and a middle finger proudly hoisted like a flag.
Much love to you all,