Did you think/hope that you'd someday turn "normal"?
We all have the basic, inalienable right to be respected.
Normal people, "disabled" people, whatever.
What's "disabled" to one person might be "normal" to another.
Some people think striking out all the time in baseball makes you "disabled."
Some people even believe Stephen Hawking is not "disabled."
I'm not "disabled." I just don't do some things as well as the average person.
It doesn’t mean people who need services for disabilities should be denied them—let me emphasize that.
Since Clakker has chosen to comment on the PM I sent in response to him PM I am pasting it here.
The Labrador comment was a joke, yes I can joke, I do not consider myself on the same level as a dog.
Your comment was to basically tell someone who was being open about their feelings in the only place they feel able to do so, that they should feel ashamed of those feelings.
EVERYONE HAS A RIGHT TO THEIR OWN FEELINGS.
I have just read your Neurodiversity Matters post and I agree with it. Is that it, you have a point to make so think you can be as cruel and insensitive to individuals as you like.
Are you suggesting that our negative comments may be used against us, was that the point you were making? possibly it's true, but what is the answer? be less honest, less fearful, less anxious, less open in our posts? in other words, less Autistic?
You still haven't said what you consider yourself to be, your comparisons to LGBT community did not make any sense unless you have spent all of your time on here posting and none of it reading other people's posts.
I sent this based on his PM which said that I considered myself on a level with a Labrador, and his posts on this thread and therefor was not aware of his circumstances. I was wrong to assume that a judgmental attitude must be caused by ignorance.
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Fortunately, I've now accepted that I will never be normal. I have real friends online, and I'm fairly satisfied with myself and my life as it is.
No. I didn't like the "normal" crowd and their little obsessions with silly things like gossip, fashion or status when there are so many more interesting things around. I despise crowd thinking and the "normal" people are too prone to it.
I was just silently hoping one day I would find a place where I would fit in and friends who would value who I am.
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Let's not confuse being normal with being mentally healthy.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EWO_jl26MK4
Normal is simply the average or medians between extremes. It's not that the extremes aren't still there. Everyone is celebrated or demonized at some point. It usually depends on your surroundings. For some reason, my friends have convinced themselves that I'm outgoing despite only having like 6 friends altogether all throughout high school... and that was only during the first half. But I understand why they think that. I now have a circle of about 30 people.
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I wondered, ". . . So therefore I exist."
I consider myself just another human being with their own sh to contend with I don't know much about what a normal life entails, I've been trying to just get to a point I can focus on the balance of life and not the mudslides for as long as I can remember. I never knew much about myself for a very long time, I just wanted to 'progress and get somewhere I could start to be a person and not a wisp'. That didn't work out though since obviously I was autistic all along and living under a gigantic cloud system. It was only when I fell out the bottom of the world that I had the time and energy to look closer and begin to question why I had struggled to integrate and settle down within that land of plenty for some, little for others, the apparently ''normal'' manner of living and functioning is simply not attainable without significant guidance when you are at great disadvantage like a lot of us. I eventually realized something did not mesh well and forcing myself on autopilot would not cut it any longer, I acquired a lot of trauma from the gnashing and grating of being ran through the various saw mills.
