I don't understand the outrage over fecal transplants.
This isn't some quack pushing MMS. It's actual medical research.
While the "monstrosity media representation" is offensive to me, the idea that something that could cure autism or at least remit a significant amount of the symptoms without turning the patient into a chemically lobotomized zombie really is the most viable way to go isn't.
It might be a sad fact, but it's a fact none the less. "Fixing" autism, whether we're broken or not, is going to be much easier and much more likely to actually bear fruit than trying to "fix" society to be more tolerant and accepting of autistic people.
If they can actually document that it works, I'll be a little leery of ingesting that much vancomycin, but I just might happily sit down and consume actual poop with a spoon. No capsule needed.
And I don't even have any gut issues that I can tell. I poop pretty regular, the consistency is acceptable, and other than the now-constant anxiety-knotted stomach since I've made the decision to confront all PTSD triggers head-on until they give up and stop triggering me, I've never been prone to stomach or intestinal pain.
I'm as regular as a clock, with a cast-iron stomach. I'd be glad to eat literal s**t, just so I could be normal and stop eating so much metaphoric s**t.
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"