Au Naturel
Au Naturel
"Disabled" is a contextual concept. If your existence is typing at a keyboard then not having legs is not a disability. It becomes a disability the instant you need to stand up and walk. It is also a statistical concept. If you are at the bottom end of a Bell curve of any trait that is necessary to prosper in society, then you are disabled regarding that trait. It is also a practical concept. If you need assistance from outside (like a wheelchair) to perform a function that most people do not need assistance with, you are disabled.
If an autistic person finds that niche where they can feel that life is good, then they are not disabled. Many autistic people do not find that place. Just because some have found it does not mean it exists for everyone. Most autistic people are just ordinary Janes and Joes and do not have savant skills, did not have any support at all growing up in an uncaring world, and aren't going to find it any time soon. Not everyone has skills to compensate in the workforce nor can everybody just write off their need to connect to other people.
Disability is also about drawing lines. The autism spectrum ranges from barely detectable to so severe that death would be imminent without intensive support. Where do we draw the line at?
I can find some comfort in philosophy and I can suggest this route to other people. I got there through several decades of exploring ideas. It may well be that it is something one can only find for oneself and it may be that LOTS of time is required. I'd happily shave 40 points off my IQ tonight if it meant I could fit in with this world. I cannot. The best I can do is roll with the punches and be a happy Martian where I can.
The "poor poor pitiful me" posts? Most of them are from young people, either in - or coming off - unhappy childhoods and their future feels pretty bleak. The disability they are dealing with may well be greater than mine and just maybe they really are surrounded by the ignorant and the uncaring. Not my place to judge. I cannot walk a mile in their moccasins.
Young people, in general, are more emotionally driven and lack the perspective that age brings. When I was a teenager, that's exactly the kind of "poor poor pitiful me" thing I would write in my private notes. I understand and have empathy for those people. I just don't think there's anything I can say to them, any more than there was any advice that might have helped me at that age.
If an autistic person finds that niche where they can feel that life is good, then they are not disabled. Many autistic people do not find that place. Just because some have found it does not mean it exists for everyone. Most autistic people are just ordinary Janes and Joes and do not have savant skills, did not have any support at all growing up in an uncaring world, and aren't going to find it any time soon. Not everyone has skills to compensate in the workforce nor can everybody just write off their need to connect to other people.
Disability is also about drawing lines. The autism spectrum ranges from barely detectable to so severe that death would be imminent without intensive support. Where do we draw the line at?
I can find some comfort in philosophy and I can suggest this route to other people. I got there through several decades of exploring ideas. It may well be that it is something one can only find for oneself and it may be that LOTS of time is required. I'd happily shave 40 points off my IQ tonight if it meant I could fit in with this world. I cannot. The best I can do is roll with the punches and be a happy Martian where I can.
The "poor poor pitiful me" posts? Most of them are from young people, either in - or coming off - unhappy childhoods and their future feels pretty bleak. The disability they are dealing with may well be greater than mine and just maybe they really are surrounded by the ignorant and the uncaring. Not my place to judge. I cannot walk a mile in their moccasins.
Young people, in general, are more emotionally driven and lack the perspective that age brings. When I was a teenager, that's exactly the kind of "poor poor pitiful me" thing I would write in my private notes. I understand and have empathy for those people. I just don't think there's anything I can say to them, any more than there was any advice that might have helped me at that age.
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