How do all you other aspies make it througn life?

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BRILLIANT!! ! gimme, gimme!

i don't think it's a great idea to go round belting people who call you gay, though. what's wrong with being gay? the name-calling is their problem, not yours. would you punch them for calling you a woman, or black?

i think these idiots become more bearable as one develops confidence and a strong sense of self, which CAN come with age (but not necessarily), and this is true for everyone, whether they have AS or not. i get called all sorts of things, and i can "not take it personally" cos i've developed my ability to differentiate between what's my "stuff" and what's theirs. (you have to when working with troubled children, otherwise you'd crumble every time one of them starts screaming obscenities at you, which happens all the time. i look at it as their way of trying to get a little bit of power in their lives - they need that "point", i don't, so i let them have the point).

Ahh. No one ever calls me gay. Or stupid. Or liar. I get really angry at any of those 3 and can nearly kill people if they enrage me. Otherwise, who cares what they say.

Apparently there's a high suicide rate for aspies, so lots of us don't make it through life.

Someone should have told the girls at my school that .

I was harrassed for being a "lesbian" all throughout ninth grade. What's worse is they started making me think maybe I was, which was just very confusing. At the time, I was pretty much asexual, now, I'm not really sure, but I do know I have inclinations towards men.



That's very true, and I wish I had looked at it that way, too. I have been working with kids in a psychiatric hospital as part of one of my classes this semester, and too often, I took my partner's words to heart. Thinking back on it, and talking with other people in the class and with my teacher, I realize this was a mistake.

sometimes there are other ways. . . .use your wit and observational skills. . .

Last person to call me a fag was short, fat and hairless (I am none of these things) and that shut him up real fast.

It helps to "play along" sometimes, so if some one says "You're gay", just reply "You're looking for someone?" and that can really freak someone out, esp. when they are a real macho idiot.

I agree! You shouldn't have to be fake to have people accept you, if you do then they're not worth knowing.


I can relate. The people at my work only ever talk about the things you listed above and it drives me insane. "I actually don't care about Big Brother!! Why must you continue to talk about it!?!" *bangs head against wall*

Heh, I used almost that exact line. I said "Why do you keep asking me, are you looking for a girlfriend?"

Unfortunately, this just made her angry, and she threatened to beat me up .

Ooh, sounds like you hit a nerve... She probably had a crush on you.

I prefer to confuse them by saying "I'm not really gay but my boyfriend is."

N1 jetson, or should that be jester

I believe I was incredibly lucky by going to Catholic private school. I would have suffered horribly by attending public school. I wasn't too often bullied except by this cruel girl who also called herself "my friend" which confused the hell outta me. If she hadn't been labeled as such I wouldn't have taken her crap for a second. My school unfortunately had very strong cliques and I was on the edge of one. I didn't fit in at all. I didn't do things with them after school. But I was just grateful to not have to sit at a lunch table alone. Only one or two other people ever had to do that. I was grateful to have pseudo-friends and to have an end chair in which to sit and stare off into space. Animals were my best friends in my gradeschool years.

In high school, I was admired and looked up to for my artistic abilities and my "rebelliousness" I guess as it was seen. I didn't particularly try to be rebellious in any way. But if something didn't suit me, I didn't do it. I received many detentions for not going to study hall at the end of the day and instead making my way over to the art wing and indulging in my artistic obsession at the time. I didn't mind the detentions either because staring off into space for 45 minutes was kid stuff. I did that in my own time by choice anyways. But I could see detention was truly a miserable punishment for the other girls. I was respected also for my intelligence and one semester unofficially tutored many of my classmates during lunch period on Hamlet and helped them understand what was going on in the play. Apparently, most NTs cringe at having to read Shakespeare.

My senior year I ended up attending public school. This frightened me. I don't remember many of the classes. I didn't do the work. And spent all the time I could hiding in the art wing amongst the familiar.

Now, I attend a small liberal university in St. Louis and am very content there. Many people view me as odd, and I can't help but sometimes be painfully aware of this. But in some of the classes, I am more accepted and even liked. In some of the others, I am tolerated and I think some of them do not quite know what to make of me.

Re Postperson's post:

I hereby humbly, abjectly, and sincerely apologize to all of our australopithecene friends out there. Indeed, some of my best friends are australopithecenes and...oh, never mind. They're from Adelaide.

What we have been talking about here is really a subset of Homo sapiens, perhaps designated as Homo insapiens. The primary characteristic of H. insapiens is the desire to feel superior by bragging about their sex lives (often pure fantasy), being up on all the latest reality shows, and driving themselves into bankruptcy by purchasing the largest new car possible (such being a common compensation for certain...inadequacies). They also enjoy ridiculing anyone perceived as different, as conformity is their most treasured value. Gossip is their hobby. Males of the species commonly use phrases such as, "How 'bout them Red Sox?" and "Look at the rack on that!"

Okay. Enough pontificating for today.


vetivert: I will contact you and send you the bumper sticker as a .jpg file.

Homo insapiens is a good one, Cato.

I believe we are just a subset branching off from Imbecilus sapiensis into a higher cognitively-functioning species: Intelligentithicus makesensus

imo of course

Thanks, Postperson.

While we are playing with species names, how about Australopithecus neurotypicus?

Oh boy. I'm in trouble now.

The best way I have found for getting rid of the Gay label, is by working with it, not against it. I've made it into a long running joke, by playing my part of the label and pretending to crack onto the person calling me the name. Such name calling is a form of ostracision and bullying, and it always stops when it doesn't have the intended effect.