YOUR AUTISTIC SUPERPOWER!

Did you know that Autistic people have superpowers? Well, apparently we do. I don’t mean we can fly (YET, although we flap), have X-Ray vision, or can command the power of lapwings with our mighty lapwing power. I mean most of us have freaky weird sensitivities.

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THE INFLUENCE OF NEOPLATONISM, STOICISM, AND THE IDEALS OF JUSTICE IN AUGUSTINE’S “CONFESSIONS”

Today, I woke up with this weird feeling in my right ear. A ball of earwax dropped down into my ear hole like a pachinko ball into whatever that slot at the bottom is called.

You know. The slot where the metal balls fall and you don’t get a prize, but do get a sense of how much time your are wasting trying to get a prize that is worth a fraction of what you paid to play. Something like a spontaneously-combusting stuffed animal or a plastic keychain that will break the second you stop believing in it.

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HI! I’M AUTISTIC! HOW ARE YOU?

When I was 48, I was diagnosed with Autism. When I was 49, I accepted my diagnosis, then raged against it. I am now 50 and I’m still dealing with the aftermath.

In 2018, my doctor announced that I have “Asperger’s Syndrome” with the same gravitas as telling me that I have a skin tag.

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MY WHITE PRIVILEGE STORY TIME!

Once when I was living in Maryland, I was driving at 11 pm down a road with a very confusing intersection. There were three different roads all crossing at one spot at odd angles that would have made H.P. Lovecraft horny for the old ones. This meant that there there a tangle of traffic lights.

I was tired, it was night, and I ran a red light because I thought the road I was travelling down had a green light.

If you’ve ever lived in Maryland, you know the struggle is real.

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ABOUT THEM BLM RIOTS…

On Facebook, there is this man who went to the same school as I did – and before I go on, this has to be said: the high school I went to was terrible. It was an extreme-right parochial Christian school aimed to stamp out people cookie-cutter-like and seed them into the world so as to cover the planet in brambles and nightshade. And I should say here: #NotAllChristians. I’m specifically talking about the horror show I was raised in.

Anyway…

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